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lyrics
Riding Roger Corbet in the Passenger Seat,
I’ve got a bachelor’s degree in handling a beat,
But we went too far on the bassline, snapped the brakeline,
Can’t reach the floor, and now I’m crashing off the street,
Angry with my feet, ‘cos the pedal’s going haywire,
Flashing at police, and the situation made dire,
May die an honest man, may die the lord of antagony,
You’re having me on, may die on Oberan,
Now we’re on the freeway, jumping off the Bolte Bridge,
All I wanna know is this, who the fuck would throw his kids,
Off the shit, we got them locked up in the boot,
Water? Gonna hit it soon, man, whose fucking fault is this?
We ain’t going back ‘cos we’ve come too fucking far now,
Game was dead at quarter time, ain’t seeing the half out,
There’s nobody at the wheel, flag the car down,
There’s four bodies in the trunk, so we jumped out,
We ain’t going back ‘cos we’ve come too fucking far now,
Stuck all up in the clouds and just about to pass out,
There’s no pilot in the cockpit, class out,
There’s four bodies in the trunk, so we jumped out,
So come on, country fuckers, let’s do business in a fat suit,
Eating all the time, I know that sully bumpkin had food,
From day dot, I will take what, this state’ll make in a year,
We’re burning down your houses made of bamboo,
Driving round the country with the top down in a van too,
Big for any highway so we’re jumping on the kangaroos,
I can’t hear myself, with all this thumping on the damn roof,
So I put my feet up on the wheels, and my hands too,
Hands too steady for a bevvy so we sat through,
Thirteen hours sober with a sac all full of flat goon,
iPod on jammed loop, on the same damn tune,
You can go to Brizzy, fuck it, I’m going to Cancun,
Have you seen the blow-up in the back, dude,
That was just a hooker that we’ve had since we ran through,
Three towns back and she’s all over the damn news,
Look at each other, decision to be made, and choose,
We ain’t going back ‘cos we’ve come too fucking far now,
Someone rang the boxing bell, we came in for last rounds,
There’s no Johnny so we burned the fucking bar down,
There’s four bodies in the trunk, so we jumped out,
We ain’t going back ‘cos we’ve come too fucking far now,
And if we ain’t do the deed, then why the fuck we start out,
There’s no point in doing anything but run now,
There’s four bodies in the trunk, so we jumped out,
Clock is ticking, heart is beating, head is spinning, so fast,
Gotta be the cops that we’ve been hiding from that drove past,
We can take them, we can break them, we can make it, hold fast,
I may not, have the fastest shot, but I’ll go last,
Look into my eyes, this is no disguise, road lust,
Banks are breaking, hands are shaking I’m about to go bust,
Sanity is gradually fading, and it won’t last,
I don’t even know if I’m on solid ground, horn blasts,
Snap out of the coma and I hit the fucking jackpot,
Tidal wave, I can brave the surfers and the backwash,
Hit the gas, watch meter rise, no wheel, hands off,
Run for cover motherfucker this is black ops,
Dive off of the cliffs and I watch out for the black rocks,
Services can pass the buck, surface where the bank stops,
Playing chicken with a tyrannosaur in a jag got,
2 metres away before both of us had banked off,
This wasn’t a stand-off, Mexican rules,
Man this shit was a stand-off, dead where you move,
Here tomorrow, I was there and I’m gone today,
Donc je bois mon coup de biére avec Florence Rey,
Took me for a fool, so I took them for their last ride,
Right wing’s too strong, gave them all the hardline,
Left came too far centre, only half flying,
Go to fucking hell, yes officer, the car’s mine