In

(album: Live At The Spiegeltent - 2013)

[Solo & Joyride:]
It goes, "Don't push me
'Cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not
To lose my head"

[Solo:]
Nothing in my pockets but an empty wallet and some house keys
And a fuck you for anyone who doubts me
As I walk the streets armed with the faith
That these boots'll be enough to get me home in one piece
I exhale, breathe the air
The smoke trail got me thinking 'bout the reason I'm here
'Cause I'm only twenty-four, but my mind is old
Sydneysider heatwave to Minnesota cold
Cold like the streets of the Cross where underages
Litter the pavement, this ain't "Paradise", it's "Innocence Lost"
Cold like the veins of the junkies
Cold like the hearts of those who take their money
Somebody died on my block the other night
A life lost to a domestic fight, and that shit ain't right
Now my picket fence don't look so white
I wonder what possesses a man to kill his wife?
As if that wasn't enough
We got these fucking poker machines sucking the souls of our single mums
I'm like Tim Freedman, I wish I could blow 'em up
All the futures that they've ruined and the homes they've broken up
Now that's proof of a cold world, they package an addiction
And they sell it as a game, but anyway
Times are exponential, two-party preferential
Though it's incremental, day to day we making change
Still tryna make this stone bleed
In the city of late trains and broken dreams
Where you rap with your talk, or you graff on the wall
You gotta something out of nothing at all
And yes, I built this house, I made it wrong
I watched it crumble, now I'm moving on
To the core, what a pity
Don't wanna be forgotten, 's why we write our stories on the walls of our cities
Write 'em all for you if I had the time
Forty-foot high letters 'cause they're important
It's enough of a challenge handling mine, take it one day at a time
Treading water and crossing borders
Next to me a baby's crying for his mum as the ground's leaving
'Conomy class with chaos all around me
I don't even care, I'm not even there
Frozen in a blank stare with my headphones blaring like:

[Joyride:]
"Don't push me 'cause I'm
Close to the edge
I'm trying not
To lose my head"

[Solo:]
Nothing in my pockets but a boarding pass and a passport
Plus an "I love you" for the friends I never asked for
It keeps me safe, guards me from the sickness
A pocketful of posie as I walk with the wicked
Talk with a quickness, never let 'em catch up
They wouldn't play with you if they could see the odds were stacked up
So you pack it up, move it town to town
Gotta study how the local village people get down
Riding through the night on a tube train
Having revelations 'bout my place in the food chain
Looking out the window at the world whizzing by
Determined to do something with my given time
And to begin with I'ma fit it in a rhyme
My man, we planting forest one seed at a time
So shit, spend my days hoping, by the same token
We're here to get our chains broken and our names spoken

My dot on the map, my drop in the ocean
My patch of dirt, and I'ma make something
Make something work, make something feel
Make something hurt to make something real
Make something out of me, make a friend out of you
Then again, make an enemy if need be
So just let me be, let me rest
Let me sleep, let me wake
Let me eat, let me grow
Be at peace, let your guard down
And let me close, I'll let you see
Let you know, let you near
Draw you in, let you hear
Show you things, yo, I'ma let you in

Brisbane, 'bout to let you in
One time, Horrorshow 'bout to let you in
Yo, yo, yo
We 'bout to let you in
Yo, yo, yo

[Joyride:]
We 'bout to let you in
We're gonna let you in
We're gonna let you in
Yeah, we're gonna let you in

[Spoken Solo:]
Yes, yes, y'all. Thank you kindly. This next one's a bit of an old favourite. If you people out there know the words to this shit please don't be shy. I know you're not standing up, but we do love to hear you sing it along, so check it out. It's called "All Summer Long."