Hunter - Jam Roll lyrics
[Hunter - Jam Roll lyrics]
"Stand in line, once a week
And the man gets the dole
Thanks, for nothing"
Can't afford much coz I'm on the dole
Can't afford much coz I'm on the dole
On a Perth bound train, with no valid ticket
I'm broke as a joke with no smokes
I can't kick it it's my habit
I gotta have a nicotine addiction
Every day's a packet
I'm a rabbit on a mission
To get my fortnightly form in
Me and all the rest of the
Dole bludgers swarm in on Centrelink
"Did you apply for any jobs?"
Nah mate I stayed home and
Played with my knob
But that's not what I really said
Of course I lied and rattled off a list of
Places that I never applied
Coles? Fuck no, I ain't pushin' a trolley
I handed my resume
That's what I told the wally
I rung up this place and they
Said they would call back
I didn't even pick up the phone cunts
I'm too slack got outta bed about 2 o'clock
And sat on my couch and watched the idiot box
My brain's rotten from so much pot 'n piss
Well thank you Mr Taxpayer for financing this
Stan, Stan, he's our man!
I stay home and watch Beauty
And the Beast because, i can
The Bold and The Beautiful comes
On and I'm disgusted
But, I sit through it coz
The remote control is busted, i lusted
After Sophie Lee at 4
Man why isn't she on tv anymore?
A knock at the door and it's
A couple of my mates we all pitch in for the
Juice of fermented grapes it's great
All I do is hand in a form and sit
On my couch and watch the internet porn
Maybe just maybe, I'll get a job one day
With the minimum hours and the maximum pay
"Under 'special skills' you've got 'poet' how
Many interviews have you had?"
"None" "But, you've put in
Applications?" "Yep" "But
You didn't get any interviews?" "Nup"
"Alright" "I can go?" "yeah"
"Every second Thursday they pay the
Dole into my bank account
So I go down the teller machine and
Hope I can remember my PIN number"
"Is that it? Poems are about flowers
And sunsets and shit like that
Ya can't have a poem about bein'
On the dole" "Nah right sorry"
I lie to the government every two weeks
And hand in my form and beat a hasty retreat
Because the lowest of the low
Hang out at the dolie
The rough cunts out the front
They're always tryin' to roll me
"Oi mate, ya got some coin for the train?"
Bullshit mate, you want something for ya vein
I strain my eyes reading the Yellow Pages
To fill out my Job Diary
It took me fuckin' ages
The stages that I go through are endless
I spend less
So let's not pretend that this is fun
Even though that it is
Especially when my mates come
Around and get pissed
This is the life that I choose to
Lead, a job I don't need
I'd rather smoke weed
And once a fortnight have a real good
Feed, am I a dole bludger, yes indeed!
"yeah this is Hunter's phone
Leave a message" "yeah Hunter it's Opt, umm
Look it's 3: 30 in
The afternoon, this is the
Third message I've left
Just wake the fuck up"
And the man gets the dole
Thanks, for nothing"
Can't afford much coz I'm on the dole
Can't afford much coz I'm on the dole
On a Perth bound train, with no valid ticket
I'm broke as a joke with no smokes
I can't kick it it's my habit
I gotta have a nicotine addiction
Every day's a packet
I'm a rabbit on a mission
To get my fortnightly form in
Me and all the rest of the
Dole bludgers swarm in on Centrelink
"Did you apply for any jobs?"
Nah mate I stayed home and
Played with my knob
But that's not what I really said
Of course I lied and rattled off a list of
Places that I never applied
Coles? Fuck no, I ain't pushin' a trolley
I handed my resume
That's what I told the wally
I rung up this place and they
Said they would call back
I didn't even pick up the phone cunts
I'm too slack got outta bed about 2 o'clock
And sat on my couch and watched the idiot box
My brain's rotten from so much pot 'n piss
Well thank you Mr Taxpayer for financing this
Stan, Stan, he's our man!
I stay home and watch Beauty
And the Beast because, i can
The Bold and The Beautiful comes
On and I'm disgusted
But, I sit through it coz
The remote control is busted, i lusted
After Sophie Lee at 4
Man why isn't she on tv anymore?
A knock at the door and it's
A couple of my mates we all pitch in for the
Juice of fermented grapes it's great
All I do is hand in a form and sit
On my couch and watch the internet porn
Maybe just maybe, I'll get a job one day
With the minimum hours and the maximum pay
"Under 'special skills' you've got 'poet' how
Many interviews have you had?"
"None" "But, you've put in
Applications?" "Yep" "But
You didn't get any interviews?" "Nup"
"Alright" "I can go?" "yeah"
"Every second Thursday they pay the
Dole into my bank account
So I go down the teller machine and
Hope I can remember my PIN number"
"Is that it? Poems are about flowers
And sunsets and shit like that
Ya can't have a poem about bein'
On the dole" "Nah right sorry"
I lie to the government every two weeks
And hand in my form and beat a hasty retreat
Because the lowest of the low
Hang out at the dolie
The rough cunts out the front
They're always tryin' to roll me
"Oi mate, ya got some coin for the train?"
Bullshit mate, you want something for ya vein
I strain my eyes reading the Yellow Pages
To fill out my Job Diary
It took me fuckin' ages
The stages that I go through are endless
I spend less
So let's not pretend that this is fun
Even though that it is
Especially when my mates come
Around and get pissed
This is the life that I choose to
Lead, a job I don't need
I'd rather smoke weed
And once a fortnight have a real good
Feed, am I a dole bludger, yes indeed!
"yeah this is Hunter's phone
Leave a message" "yeah Hunter it's Opt, umm
Look it's 3: 30 in
The afternoon, this is the
Third message I've left
Just wake the fuck up"