Ship Repairing Men (Harry Robertson)

To the workshops off we go, toolkits heavy in our hands
To the big ship that's come in from a trip to foreign lands
Salty streaks of rust don't matter, for her moorings hold her tight
And we'll work to fix her engines all the day and half the night

Don't wait up for me this evening
I'll be out all night again
Working on the Brisbane River
with the ship repairing men.

Oil fired boilers throb with power drinking up the furnace heat
Water turns to driving steam to make her engines beat
But the feed pump's sob and wail to us cuts through all other sounds
And sings a song of triumph for the valves that we have ground

Don't wait up for me this evening
I'll be out all night again
Working on the Brisbane River
with the ship repairing men

Engine bearings that knocked and hammered in the wild and stormy seas
Will be machined and fitted till they run with silent ease
And the winch that rattles every time the piston turns her shaft
Will hum along and sing its song to men skilled in their craft.

Don't wait up for me this evening
I'll be out all night again
Working on the Brisbane River
with the ship repairing men

When you see an ocean liner glide between the river banks
And the captain in his gold braid orders men of lesser ranks
Have you ever thought this stately craft might never sail again
If it weren't for the toil and sweat of ship repairing men

They’re Keeping A File On Me (Mithra Cox)

I'm pulling on my big floppy shoes
I'm zipping up my latex fat suit
I'm dressed as a clown but they're writing it all down
They're keeping a file on me

They're keeping a file on me
They're keeping it meticulously
What I said and who I met they'll make sure they don't forget
They're keeping a file on me

We're reaching consensus tonight
Democracy's not black and white
We'll be here until three but we'll get there peacefully
But it's being recorded for my asio file

We're dancing in the alley til dawn
Cause the party was long since shut down
But they're starting to get hostile and your joyful brimming smile
Is on a photo in your asio file

My file’s a long litany
Of peace, love and harmony
I never realised that being fair and just and kind
Was considered living dangerously

For God & Country (Mäkkelä)

I'm from Minnesota and Wisconsin I know well
but this is something different, they sent me straight to hell
it's for the good of all they said, the job has to be done
so they handed me a dog tag and they handed me a gun

for god and country, for the good of all

grandpa was from Norway, went to fight in the great war
left his brains inside the trenches for the good of all
dad survived the beaches on the shores of Normandy
got wounded there and shat his pants in the name of liberty

for god and country, for the good of all

a boy once left his country, a twisted creature did return
from villages and poppy fields they sent me out to burn
no one told me what to do now back in the Midwest
suppose the things I’ve done out there, for that's what I do best

for god and country, for the good of all

Clowns (Mäkkelä)

Let's cheer for the twats and let's cheer for the dicks
how they fuck us over and get away with their tricks
let's cheer for ourselves that we answer the call
for a pat on the shoulder for a kick in the balls

Hail to the leaders who lead us astray
hail to the taxmen who make us pay
for fortified borders and wars in our name
and he who's got nothing will be taking the blame

it feels not quite right
when I'm looking at this
the clowns took control
and they're taking the piss

from under the stones where they've been put away
they come crawling out now for they sense it's their day
let's preach some more water let's have some more wine
may the others be doomed as long as we're fine

it feels not quite right
when I'm looking at this
the clowns took control
and they're taking the piss

If The Flu Ain’t Gonna Kill You (Mäkkelä)

we still discuss it
is it legit
investigating
who's the culprit
still lot of things here to be sorted
oh dear, it is so complicated
you've got to understand this takes some time
you've got to understand this takes some time

of course we want you
to keep going
they say you are
an institution
an invaluable contribution but
sadly we're a bit short of funding
and there's more important
wheels we have to grease

hands held out and mills to run and
more important mouths we have to feed
more important wheels we have to grease

if the flu ain't gonna kill you then your government will do

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