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The sound of the 21st century melting down
Bozo is a collective of spivs and desperados, cronies and henchmen, and assorted hangers-on, who live in Melbourne Australia. From a heavily fortified bunker in Collingwood they beam out the soundtrack to the 21st century melting down: Funky drums, howlin' guitars... a big lump of paranoia mixed with yer snot at the back of yer right nostril.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Alternative Hip Hop
Charts
Peak #17,877
Peak in subgenre #1,512
Author
Bozo
Rights
2008
Uploaded
May 29, 2008
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MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:34
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Things aren't the same around here these days All the fags moved in and the tough guys moved away I don't feel like I'm from here This pub only sells foreign beers Wankers with haircuts and blackberry phones Teenage girls in skanky clothes Talk about a dress code... The only code I know is not to wear steel toes The only code is to forget all the dates Keep your enemies close and don't rat on your mates Keep your enemies close and your back to the wall And if the filth come asking you never seen me before Look at my clothes look at my face You can tell I know all the shit that no-one knows I've lived a life you never had As you can tell I'm a made man I seen where all the bodies are buried And I seen guys like you And I know I got it all over you So what if I'm full of shit You're never gonna call me on it Yeah I'm all talk but I'll call your bluff Then we'll know who's tough I'm an historian and a star Gonna narrate my own biography An exercise in self-mythology Every mistake I made I can explain away And if you go to Court the first thing you say Is it wasn't your fault, it wasn't fault I been to Court but they couldn't get me I got a Smith & Wesson but I ain't been to prison I know the bikies I got immunity I got some speed it's the key to my popularity Nothing I do ever ends in failure If I go down I'll get good behaviour I'll talk to my agent get a gig in Vegas Telling my story's gonna make me famous I won't forget the little guys When I'm making my media buys I got some friends I'll take along They'll be happy to take the ride See my mate Dale he's been to jail Wanna see his tatts he knows how to scrap He'll be a judge on my reality show You won't like it but what would you know? I'm not like you You'll never be me You'll ghost-write my autobiography While I'm making your missus cum You'll be trying to describe what I done You'll just be looking on while I'm doing the job I've got the gun and you'll never fire a shot Give me a smoke and I'll tell you about my art Buy me a beer and I won't take you apart See the thing is you never plead guilty Sure it's good for your publicity But that shit you can get for free Now get me a beer...
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