Springtime, Chris Abrahams, Jim White, Gareth Liddiard - The Radicalisation of D lyrics
[Springtime, Chris Abrahams, Jim White, Gareth Liddiard - The Radicalisation of D lyrics]
A young boy busts his dad's Hills
Hoist using it as a swing
Kills a magpie in the backyard
With his homemade ging
He steals chlorine from the
Neighbor's swimming pool
He puts it in a coffee jar and then
Pours brake fluid in it
Makes a pipe bomb using match heads
But it fizzles when he runs
He tries again using the powder
From the shells of his old man's shotgun
And it hisses like the feral cat's he's seen
Slithers like the snake he killed
It leaves a scorch mark on the pavement
And he's badly beaten for it
He finds a Playboy on the way to school
Tries remembering his Mum
Throws rocks at a girl he likes
And he's sent home before lunch
He finds a King Kong doll beneath a bush
It's probably some rich kid's
But it roars ants when he shakes it
So he drops it in a bin
It gets late, dinner time comes
He puts tinned beans on white Tip Top
He halves it with his fingers and
Then shares it with the dog
He jumps a cyclone fence to the
Sound of his old man
Fucking through the evening
He finds a severed kangaroo hind leg
Just laying in a clearing
And there's a tendon or a tapeworm
That retracts after a kick
He finds a new stench, nearly makes him puke
When he pokes it with a stick
He meets his friend near there
And they go on to his house down the road
His sister lets them in
Goes back upstairs wearing a bathrobe
And there's a Philishave full
Of hair clippings in a bathroom near her bra
They go outside
They find some car keys and search a V8 car
And there's a video tape in a paper bag
It's hid under the seat
Hit play on the VHS machine
And start to hear flute music
And now there's two girls on a farm somewhere
And they're playing with a Labrador
That rolls onto it's back like it
Has been through this before
It's the first time D hears flute music
And the last time he thinks about girls
He sneaks back home about ten o'clock
Gets inside using the dog door
And Channel 7 gets the scoop again
There's a man gone crazy
He stole an APC from the army base
And he shut down half the city
But D has been expelled from school
And he's quite happy staying in bed
And he keeps track of all the updates
Surfing networks instead
And this tank arrives at police HQ about 8 am
And it makes pancakes out of five
Or six patrol cars and then
Runs out of diesel near
A Caltex service station
And there's a standoff and he's tear gassed
And not heard of again
And D's father dies of cancer
The next Christmas day
He's so hopped up on his morphine
That he can't get straight
He says, "be proud of me, my boy
You see, I am finally off the fags
Since they caught me upstairs
Smoking on the helipad"
They cut the tumor off his liver
But he died without it
It seems like no one gets to
Choose what they can't live without
You see, it don't matter about money
When there ain't no way around
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
D finds a one room flat
That overlooks an underpass
And he works part time as a labourer
And it's okay, though it's hard
But then some black kid
Steals his concession card
And beats him around his head
Next time D sees an army surplus store
He steals a bayonet
But then one day the bus to work
Knocks down the kid that held him up
And he dies laying in the street
The driver don't make too much fuss
He smokes a ciggie with the cops
And the ambulance is running late
And something inside D finds all this very
Very strange
And soon after that, the work dries up
And D starts drinking hard
He starts drinking cheap cask wine
With the old black fellas living in the park
And one has a tattoo of a swastika
Made with candles, soap and spoons
He says he's half-caste
And that full-bloods prefer petrol over goon
He says he was brought up on a mission
Then became a Viet vet
He ain't got a single tooth to chew
So D gives him his bayonet
He's got white scars between his knuckles
Or what's left of them and says
"You see, I'm white, too
I just cannot drink inside the
Way you like to"
Five years later
D meets Werner at a rifle range
Werner's granddad was SS
So now he goes by the nickname
Werner the Jew Burner and young
D become so tight
They start going bush in his Landcruiser
Living on 'roos they shoot spotlighting
They get a year's lease on a duplex
And Werner finds D some work as
An unlicensed forklift driver in a
Fish market for cash
And he's got pictures of Adolf Hitler
Antique copies of Mein Kampf
But D thinks Hitler's obsolete
And Werner's practice too relaxed
But Werner finished high school
And then he studied engineering
D never did finish school
And Werner breaks the news that evening
The RAAF have said they've
Accepted his application
To be trained to work on
Hercules 2000 miles away
He leaves tomorrow for New South Wales
And throws a party late that night
They get to drinking and they're talking
Then they argue then they fight
D comes to bleeding in his bedroom
Begging Werner not to go
But Werner's full weight's on his back now
And he's face down in a pillow
D wakes up late next afternoon
But Werner is long gone
He tries to find his 22
But there ain't no shells at all
He finds 5 Valium in a Winfield pack
In a duffel bag in the hall
He sit's in front of the TV screen
And washes them all down with a bottle
Cliff has a beautiful wife
He's insured for his life
And it is autumn here in Brooklyn
In obstetrics, labour pain
And though his roots here are in slavery
Cliff is dressed himself by slaves
Credit's rise like you're collapsing
So bewilderingly fast
Seems the Cosbys of the world all
Go to bed 11 sharp the rest of you have a
Choice of late night news
Or more commercials
Yeah Just Do It, Have A Break, yeah
Life Is Good because You're Worthless, lordy
Maybe She Was Born With It
But maybe you were too
It seems like one way or the other
There ain't much of fuck-all you can do
'Cause you can only go as far as denying
You haven't come anywhere
Forget Charles Darwin's namesake
Is surrounded with black hair
You are depressed now
But need only take this pill to ban despair
And if East Timor can't be middle class
Then it can't really be there
And you are driving the Jeep Cherokee
It burns Arabs for fuel
But, you are driving the new Cherokee
And that's good enough for you
And you are living among taxpayers
Who welcome brown folks with a moat
Conducting policy with the one free hand
While the other's 'round their throats
You are living in a land besieged
By what the world might think or know
But with it's head so deep in Turkish sand
That can't really be so
And you are living in a nightmare
Let them Balkanize the East
Yeah, no one gives two shit's these days
They turn the other cheek
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't trust a ceasefire bid
And any wall they build around Gaza now
Will just be begging for a lid
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe a want of doubt
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
And you're living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
You are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
You are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
But we interrupt this broadcast
Just to bring you breaking news
There is a building in Manhattan
And it's burning
Hoist using it as a swing
Kills a magpie in the backyard
With his homemade ging
He steals chlorine from the
Neighbor's swimming pool
He puts it in a coffee jar and then
Pours brake fluid in it
Makes a pipe bomb using match heads
But it fizzles when he runs
He tries again using the powder
From the shells of his old man's shotgun
And it hisses like the feral cat's he's seen
Slithers like the snake he killed
It leaves a scorch mark on the pavement
And he's badly beaten for it
He finds a Playboy on the way to school
Tries remembering his Mum
Throws rocks at a girl he likes
And he's sent home before lunch
He finds a King Kong doll beneath a bush
It's probably some rich kid's
But it roars ants when he shakes it
So he drops it in a bin
It gets late, dinner time comes
He puts tinned beans on white Tip Top
He halves it with his fingers and
Then shares it with the dog
He jumps a cyclone fence to the
Sound of his old man
Fucking through the evening
He finds a severed kangaroo hind leg
Just laying in a clearing
And there's a tendon or a tapeworm
That retracts after a kick
He finds a new stench, nearly makes him puke
When he pokes it with a stick
He meets his friend near there
And they go on to his house down the road
His sister lets them in
Goes back upstairs wearing a bathrobe
And there's a Philishave full
Of hair clippings in a bathroom near her bra
They go outside
They find some car keys and search a V8 car
And there's a video tape in a paper bag
It's hid under the seat
Hit play on the VHS machine
And start to hear flute music
And now there's two girls on a farm somewhere
And they're playing with a Labrador
That rolls onto it's back like it
Has been through this before
It's the first time D hears flute music
And the last time he thinks about girls
He sneaks back home about ten o'clock
Gets inside using the dog door
And Channel 7 gets the scoop again
There's a man gone crazy
He stole an APC from the army base
And he shut down half the city
But D has been expelled from school
And he's quite happy staying in bed
And he keeps track of all the updates
Surfing networks instead
And this tank arrives at police HQ about 8 am
And it makes pancakes out of five
Or six patrol cars and then
Runs out of diesel near
A Caltex service station
And there's a standoff and he's tear gassed
And not heard of again
And D's father dies of cancer
The next Christmas day
He's so hopped up on his morphine
That he can't get straight
He says, "be proud of me, my boy
You see, I am finally off the fags
Since they caught me upstairs
Smoking on the helipad"
They cut the tumor off his liver
But he died without it
It seems like no one gets to
Choose what they can't live without
You see, it don't matter about money
When there ain't no way around
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
D finds a one room flat
That overlooks an underpass
And he works part time as a labourer
And it's okay, though it's hard
But then some black kid
Steals his concession card
And beats him around his head
Next time D sees an army surplus store
He steals a bayonet
But then one day the bus to work
Knocks down the kid that held him up
And he dies laying in the street
The driver don't make too much fuss
He smokes a ciggie with the cops
And the ambulance is running late
And something inside D finds all this very
Very strange
And soon after that, the work dries up
And D starts drinking hard
He starts drinking cheap cask wine
With the old black fellas living in the park
And one has a tattoo of a swastika
Made with candles, soap and spoons
He says he's half-caste
And that full-bloods prefer petrol over goon
He says he was brought up on a mission
Then became a Viet vet
He ain't got a single tooth to chew
So D gives him his bayonet
He's got white scars between his knuckles
Or what's left of them and says
"You see, I'm white, too
I just cannot drink inside the
Way you like to"
Five years later
D meets Werner at a rifle range
Werner's granddad was SS
So now he goes by the nickname
Werner the Jew Burner and young
D become so tight
They start going bush in his Landcruiser
Living on 'roos they shoot spotlighting
They get a year's lease on a duplex
And Werner finds D some work as
An unlicensed forklift driver in a
Fish market for cash
And he's got pictures of Adolf Hitler
Antique copies of Mein Kampf
But D thinks Hitler's obsolete
And Werner's practice too relaxed
But Werner finished high school
And then he studied engineering
D never did finish school
And Werner breaks the news that evening
The RAAF have said they've
Accepted his application
To be trained to work on
Hercules 2000 miles away
He leaves tomorrow for New South Wales
And throws a party late that night
They get to drinking and they're talking
Then they argue then they fight
D comes to bleeding in his bedroom
Begging Werner not to go
But Werner's full weight's on his back now
And he's face down in a pillow
D wakes up late next afternoon
But Werner is long gone
He tries to find his 22
But there ain't no shells at all
He finds 5 Valium in a Winfield pack
In a duffel bag in the hall
He sit's in front of the TV screen
And washes them all down with a bottle
Cliff has a beautiful wife
He's insured for his life
And it is autumn here in Brooklyn
In obstetrics, labour pain
And though his roots here are in slavery
Cliff is dressed himself by slaves
Credit's rise like you're collapsing
So bewilderingly fast
Seems the Cosbys of the world all
Go to bed 11 sharp the rest of you have a
Choice of late night news
Or more commercials
Yeah Just Do It, Have A Break, yeah
Life Is Good because You're Worthless, lordy
Maybe She Was Born With It
But maybe you were too
It seems like one way or the other
There ain't much of fuck-all you can do
'Cause you can only go as far as denying
You haven't come anywhere
Forget Charles Darwin's namesake
Is surrounded with black hair
You are depressed now
But need only take this pill to ban despair
And if East Timor can't be middle class
Then it can't really be there
And you are driving the Jeep Cherokee
It burns Arabs for fuel
But, you are driving the new Cherokee
And that's good enough for you
And you are living among taxpayers
Who welcome brown folks with a moat
Conducting policy with the one free hand
While the other's 'round their throats
You are living in a land besieged
By what the world might think or know
But with it's head so deep in Turkish sand
That can't really be so
And you are living in a nightmare
Let them Balkanize the East
Yeah, no one gives two shit's these days
They turn the other cheek
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't trust a ceasefire bid
And any wall they build around Gaza now
Will just be begging for a lid
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe a want of doubt
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
And you are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
And you're living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
You are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
You are living in a nightmare
You can't bribe your way out of
But we interrupt this broadcast
Just to bring you breaking news
There is a building in Manhattan
And it's burning