Aborigine

Starts so slowly, just a place to stay / Somewhere warm where they can spend their days / Air is stagnant and he feels unclean / Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene / Something's happened and it's not so good / broken bottles in the face of love / Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light / Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night / Once it's started it can never stop / fills his head with a dark damp fog / In the distance is a constant cry / growing louder as the years go by / Days get longer and he starts to drink / spews his stomach in the kitchen sink / Tells his children they should have respect / Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck / He hates his wife and he hates them all / He hates his wife and he hates them all / Can't be bothered when it's all the same / leave it long enough, it goes away / In the meantime stomach turns to fat / She tries to tell him but he can't have that / She's only "jealous" and she's "telling lies" / Standing naked in his flesh disguise / It took him months to get her into bed / now he's got her he just wants her dead / She wants excitement and she needs romance / all she gets are dirty underpants / Stupid animal that can't know why / something's wrong so someone has to die / The wind is blowing and the rain falls down / Sends his family on a trip down town / Sees them die in a burning wreck / Sees them burn, smokes a cigarette / He hates his wife and he hates them all / He hates his wife and he hates them all / He knows he's finished but he can't stop now / and he wants to end it but he can't see how / and it's all in pieces, thrown it all away / Oh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that way / And he wants some quiet and he needs it now / but the scream he's started's getting far too loud / and he still pretends he does it just for now / His day will come he'll lose it all somehow / Killing time until his ship arrives / been dead ten years but he's still alive / and the time is wasted and the ship has sunk / but he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunk / and he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the ground / He tries to stand but he keeps falling down / and it's hard to know he doesn't count for much / He's not a has-been, just a never-was / Oh he hates his wife and he hates them all / He hates his wife and he hates them all / Hates his wife / Hates them all.

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