Pay The Man (2) Tabs
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Kid: Fuck Hunters Hill, step down to the town G-Ville
Art:Yeah, what a hectic beat - I ain't touchin' this one
Kid:Yo yo, but the kid will
So we established that the B-view was fucked and the Sawdust was soon to open up, but, huh
In the meantime, need that me time, where we can sit, drink, talk shit, think of mean rhymes
Let's give the RSL a go - Never knew that we could do or sink so low but we may as well, bro
Get to the front desk depressed, feelin' less, look the best, don't impress this dude with the way I dress
He's the one who's rude causin' stress, all I want's a bit of food and a Reschs to refresh like a sesh
Wish that I could say it's all good but it's so wrong, just getting into a place just shouldn't take so long
He had to pay five bucks - Art had to pay five bucks, what the fuck
He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, what the fuck
He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, clean it up
He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, yo it sucks
He had to pay five bucks, I'm in, living in this circle shit is fucked - Where's the bin this slip is going in
Now we're entering the realm of bad smells; you can tell the RSL is hell, from the way they stare at ya
It's like they scared of ya, never seen a dude in his twenties in the area
Where the bar, take me to your leader, pour me a litre, somethin' sweeter, please I need a little feed bra
Goin' up to Level 2, get me the hell away from the pokie room with the hokey tunes, yo they're soakin' you
Light up like a sponge, RSL's are evil like the devil's tongue, ain't no fun, leavin' you with zilch and none
Stealin' pensioner's paychecks in the name of dead soldiers, olmate slappin' bets
If you're not dead yet, and you manage to get up the steps, Mr. War Vet, don't let our society predict and set
What you do, where you go next - Pop some Viagra mate, go have some sex
Visit family or something or feed some ducks, you old fuck
Pokies bring bad luck, yo it sucks
He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say -
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: Yo it's fucked - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: Yo it's fucked - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: Clean it up - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: And it sucks
Feelin' closer to my death every minute that I spend in this den, can't pretend anymore
Three floors of boredom, level two, three, abandoned - Only one man sits alone stranded
I'll never understand it, you may as well be dead already olmate
Your fate is doomed by this dull place
Stow away the old of today - May as well dig your own grave anyway, okay, before you pass away
Least that way you'd be productive instead of sittin' on the pokies, feeling stupid and sucked-in
Why the G-Ville RSL, boring font, on the front, standing high to make your spells hell
Christmas tree up in June, the P.A. playing awful tunes
Reminding you that death is stalking you, yo they're rortin' you
Try to make a better place to die, Christmas in July
Mean you don't have a life, didn't get a beer or a pie
Legged it straight back outside, right by the man who signed us up, we had to pay five bucks
Art:I had to pay five bucks
I had to pay five bucks
I had to pay five bucks
Art:Yeah, what a hectic beat - I ain't touchin' this one
Kid:Yo yo, but the kid will
So we established that the B-view was fucked and the Sawdust was soon to open up, but, huh
In the meantime, need that me time, where we can sit, drink, talk shit, think of mean rhymes
Let's give the RSL a go - Never knew that we could do or sink so low but we may as well, bro
Get to the front desk depressed, feelin' less, look the best, don't impress this dude with the way I dress
He's the one who's rude causin' stress, all I want's a bit of food and a Reschs to refresh like a sesh
Wish that I could say it's all good but it's so wrong, just getting into a place just shouldn't take so long
He had to pay five bucks - Art had to pay five bucks, what the fuck
He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, what the fuck
He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, clean it up
He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, yo it sucks
He had to pay five bucks, I'm in, living in this circle shit is fucked - Where's the bin this slip is going in
Now we're entering the realm of bad smells; you can tell the RSL is hell, from the way they stare at ya
It's like they scared of ya, never seen a dude in his twenties in the area
Where the bar, take me to your leader, pour me a litre, somethin' sweeter, please I need a little feed bra
Goin' up to Level 2, get me the hell away from the pokie room with the hokey tunes, yo they're soakin' you
Light up like a sponge, RSL's are evil like the devil's tongue, ain't no fun, leavin' you with zilch and none
Stealin' pensioner's paychecks in the name of dead soldiers, olmate slappin' bets
If you're not dead yet, and you manage to get up the steps, Mr. War Vet, don't let our society predict and set
What you do, where you go next - Pop some Viagra mate, go have some sex
Visit family or something or feed some ducks, you old fuck
Pokies bring bad luck, yo it sucks
He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say -
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: Yo it's fucked - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: Yo it's fucked - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: Clean it up - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say
Art: I had to pay five bucks
Kid: And it sucks
Feelin' closer to my death every minute that I spend in this den, can't pretend anymore
Three floors of boredom, level two, three, abandoned - Only one man sits alone stranded
I'll never understand it, you may as well be dead already olmate
Your fate is doomed by this dull place
Stow away the old of today - May as well dig your own grave anyway, okay, before you pass away
Least that way you'd be productive instead of sittin' on the pokies, feeling stupid and sucked-in
Why the G-Ville RSL, boring font, on the front, standing high to make your spells hell
Christmas tree up in June, the P.A. playing awful tunes
Reminding you that death is stalking you, yo they're rortin' you
Try to make a better place to die, Christmas in July
Mean you don't have a life, didn't get a beer or a pie
Legged it straight back outside, right by the man who signed us up, we had to pay five bucks
Art:I had to pay five bucks
I had to pay five bucks
I had to pay five bucks