CHANCRES SET LIST AND LYRICS

Contents

 

  1. Dissatisfaction.
  2. Royal Blood.
  3. Line 3.
  4. Sanity Room.
  5. Santa.
  6. Faber Castell
  7. The Differences.
  8. Known Had I
  9. Circular Flow.
  10. My Mistress.
  11. Society’s Tool
  12. Fakery.
  13. Free Enterprise Fans.
  14. Hypoid Boy.
  15. I’m Alright
  16. San Francisco.
  17. The Burman.
  18. Airbus.
  19. Shark in the Carpark.
  20. Ancient Door.
  21. Stirling College.
  22. The Road to Hell
  23. Mismet
  24. Slaxter Boy.
  25. Goodbyes are not Worthwhile.
  26. Cost of Dying.

 

 

 

1. Dissatisfaction

 

They’re too slack

Don’t tolerate

Don’t fight back, it’s us they hate

Communal traits well that’s their fate

 

Herd morality

And sheep mentality

They think they’re rams

But they’re only lambs

Shorn every year by every peer.

 

 

 

2. Royal Blood

 

Royal Blood, Royalty coming across the sea,

Read about it in the next Women’s Weekly,

What’s the difference between them and me?

Royal Blood; that’s the key

 

Royal Blood – what’s its consistency?

Royal Blood -what blood group is Charlie?

Royal Blood – what does it mean?

Royal Blood – is it black, blue or green?

 

Talked about, written about, scandalised,

Luncheons, press visits, being advised,

Equestrians from way back, jodhpurs and ties,

Ascendancy of Britain, all vain lies,

 

Royal Blood -who’s Princess Anne?

Royal Blood – is she really a man?

Royal Blood – where’s Liz been?

Royal Blood – why’s she the Queen?

 

Maybe they’re all puppets of history,

An excuse for England’s vanity,

Good for the tourist industry,

I really pity Her Majesty

 

Royal Blood – is Anne a donor?

Royal Blood – yes there’s no other owner,

Royal Blood – where’s Liz been?

Royal Blood – why’s she the Queen?

3. Line 3

 

The day is allocated for learning

Are you gunna go to chemistry?

Already your brain is burning

Will you get to line 3?

 

Chorus

 

Still, you can’t see why

Why you even try

When lunchtime comes around

You never can be found

 

You know it’s a mutation

This is your solution

Everything is understood

All the conditions are so good

It’s the only answer

For your constant failure

 

Chorus

 

Still, you can’t see why

Why you even try

When lunchtime comes around

You never can be found

 

Do you know where you’re supposed to be

Instead of going to line 3

You know there’s things you can’t see

You’ll see less going to Line 3

 

Chorus

 

Still, you can’t see why, why, why, why

Why you even try

When lunchtime comes around

You never can be found

 

Verse again

 

The day is allocated for learning

Are you gunna go to chemistry?

Already your brain is burning

Will you get, to line 3?

 

 

4. Sanity Room

 

Music Intro X 4

 

Rest, comfort and seclusion

Is what a Sanity Room is for yourself

Now it’s time to cure my delusion, that I don’t need psychiatric help, psychiatric help

 

Chorus

 

I’m going back to my sanity room don’t you worry I’ll be alright soon

And there in my room, and now and again, I get my mind toned down again

 

Oh, no a different situation Oh, no a change of plan, but none of this masochism is going to make me society’s man, society’s man

 

Chorus

 

Cos I’m going back to my sanity room, don’t you worry I’ll be alright soon

Here in my room now and again, I get my mind toned down again

 

Treat everything in moderation, moderation is all you need

But through this mind stagnation, insanity is all I plead, all I plead

 

Cause I’m going back to my sanity room, don’t you worry I’ll be alright soon

And there in my room and now and again, I get my brain toned down again

 

 

5. Santa

 

I saw Santa at Cooleman Court

I saw Santa at the Woden Plaza

I saw Santa at Monaro Mall

All in the space of an hour

There’s only one Santa that’s what I thought

But I saw seven at Cooleman Court

There’s only one Santa that’s what I thought

But I saw seven at Cooleman Court

Chorus

Come on kiddies

Come on mummies

Come see Santa and spend your money

Come on kiddies

Come on mummies

Come see Santa and spend your money

 

 

 

6. Faber Castell

 

I’m gonna tell

On Faber Castell

I bought a pencil

That couldn’t get a refill

 

It was a Gold Faber

A time saver

A HB1 double 2 one

It wasn’t made for fun

It wasn’t made to shun

 

 

7.  The Differences

 

Don’t agree

Can’t you see?

Don’t agree

Can’t you see?

 

Can’t decide

She’s inside

Can’t decide

In her

 

Chorus

 

Where’s the thing I had

To notice the line and the differences

Where’s the thing I had

To notice the line and the differences

 

Bridge

 

Didn’t you wish I’d lose

That dish, you approved

Didn’t you wish I’d lose

That dish, you approved

(more instrumental)

 

What you have

I don’t want

What you want now

I don’t have

 

(instrumental)

 

Where’s the thing I had

To notice the line and the differences

Where’s the thing I had

To notice the line and the differences

(repeat x 4)

 

 

 

8. Known Had I

(after Thos. Hardy)

 

Known had I what I knew not

When we met, eye to eye

That henceforth I should view not

Again beneath the sky

 

So true footed a farer

As you who faced me then

My path should have been rarer

Than it figures, among men

 

I would have trod beside you

To guard your feet all day

Borne at night to guide you

A lantern on your way

 

I would not have left you lonely

With wringing doubt, to cow

Old Hope if I could only

Have known what I know now.

 

 

 

9. Circular Flow

 

Everybody’s sucked into this economic whirlpool

I’m not going to be no economic tool

I’m gonna be different, I’m gonna rebel

Economic war is what that spells

 

Cause, I’m getting out of the circular flow

I’m not gonna let my money go

My resources are all those firms want

So they can make the things that I can’t

 

It’s taken for granted that you share your resources

And buy them back, manufactured, from the producers

I’m not a household and I’m not a firm

That kind of branding doesa make me squirm

I’m not anything I’m a recluse

Watch out economy I’m on the loose

 

Cause, I’m getting out of the circular flow

I’m not gonna let my money go

My resources are all those firms want

So they can make the things that I can’t

 

I’m not gonna satisfy those firms greed

Capitalist dogs, that’s their creed

Efficiency low costs and all that crap

I’m not gonna listen to that economic pap

 

I’m getting out of the circular flow

I own so many things, now I know

Time, skills, capacity and so on

Surely that’s enough to go on.

 

 

 

10. My Mistress

(after Wm. Shakespeare)

My Mistress’ eyes are nothing like the Sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my Mistress reeks.

But I love her honesty

And I love her truth

I love her intelligence

And I love her youth

(Repeat)

 

 

 

 

 

11. Society’s Tool

 

Got it all ahead of you so they say

Plan ahead

For the future

But I’m not gonna work my life away

I’m not another consumer

 

I’m no fool

I’m no fool

I’m not gonna be society’s tool

I’m no fool

I’m no fool

I’m not gonna be society’s tool

 

The prerequisites of success are

The qualities of ambition and greed

And if you have these

You’ll go far

If not, you’re a bludger it’s agreed

 

I’m no fool

I’m no fool

I’m not gonna be society’s tool

I’m no fool

I’m no fool

I’m not gonna be society’s tool

 

 

 

12. Fakery

 

There’s too much paranoia permeating our lives

You worry too much and get into strife

You smoke a lot of ice and get offa ya face

And then you find out chicks aren’t made of sugar and lace

 

Fakery – changing your brain

Fakery – too many pseudos and pain

Fakery – driving you up the wall

Fakery – sometimes feelin’ too tall

 

Wish life was the way it used to be

We never had to worry no not you and me

But instead all we do is put up a front

While hassling round the place on a reality hunt

 

Fakery – blinded and lame

Fakery – yeah, it’s all just a game

Fakery – who knows what comes next

Fakery – empty or undersexed

 

Everybody’s gone to the other side

Listenin’ to disco slick and snide

A booze up with the boys on a Saturday night

But all you want to do is vomit or fight

 

Instrumental

 

That’s the way it is and that’s the way you are

You’ve got to get away, go jump in front of a car

You wonder how you’re going to get back to yourself

And all you want to do is just scream out and yelp

 

Chorus

 

Fakery – changing your brain

Fakery – too many pseudos and pain

Fakery – driving me up the wall

Fakery – sometimes feelin’ un-tall

 

 

 

13. Free Enterprise Fans

 

They all think

We want their jobs

But we’re not gonna work

For those fascist slobs

 

We don’t like you

You make us spew

We’re not gonna do

What you expect us to

 

So little do they know

Think they’re so important

But we’re not gonna go

For their vapid handshakes

 

We don’t like you

You make us spew

We’re not gonna do

What you expect us to

 

Well you’ve got an education

There for the taking

But we’re not gonna waste it

On all that money making

 

We don’t like you

You make us spew

We’re not gonna do

What you expect us to

 

They think they own the place

They think they’re so important

But we would like to chase

Them right out of here

 

We don’t like you, you make us spew, we’re not gonna do what you expect us to…

 

 

 

14. Hypoid Boy

 

You’re a hypoid boy

Who can’t find a toy

And you’re acting coy

Just like a hypoid boy

 

Hypoid, hypoid, you’re a hypoid boy

 

And that’s not strange

‘Cause your heart will range

Like a paper plane

With an unlikely name

 

Hypoid, hypoid, you’re a hypoid boy

 

You’ll never be happy

No you wouldn’t be happy

With Debra Harry

Or Myrna Loy

Cos you’re a hypoid, hypoid, hypoid boy

 

[Instrumental]

 

So you’re acting coy

Like a hypoid boy

But you are a doy

You’re just a hypoid boy!

 

Hypoid, hypoid, you’re a hypoid boy

 

 

15. I’m Alright

 

I’m alright I do the right things

I’m alright I know about living

I’m alright I wear the right things

I’m alright, I know about consuming

 

I wear Levis

And I drink Coke

And name brands are all I smoke x2

 

They accept me

And that’s real good

To be with them I’d do anything I could

Anything they do I would

Cause I have to fit in, as I should

 

I wear Levis

And I drink Coke

And name brands are all I smoke x2

 

I wear Levis

And I drink Coke

And name brands are all I smoke x2

 

I’m really in with my society

They don’t doubt my integrity

But there seems to be a discrepancy

I don’t have a personality

 

I wear Levis

And I drink Coke

And name brands are all I smoke x2

 

 

16. San Francisco

 

Jimmy went west on a Greyhound bus

Leaving the village because of the bust

Leaving the village in Persian socks

No longer watching the shows on the box

Jimmy’s got a window seat

And sheepskin moccasins on his feet

And sheepskin moccasins on his feet

 

Growin’ a moustache for that latest look

Getting into that Chinese fried chook

Going out every night, that place is out of sight

 

I’ve been watching tv night after night

AII I’m gonna do is fight fight fight

Punching at the air – That’s my scene

Take me to the doctor

My skin’s gone green

 

San Francisco – what a great place

Everything puts a smile on your face

Groovy people everywhere

It’s just great – you just won’t care.

 

Driving the kid down to day care

Don’t trust the bus, don’t trust the share

Drop the trips in the forest tonight

Chipmunks and pinecones are outta sight

 

They were only living

They were only living

They were only living

They were only living

 

 

 

17. The Burman

 

Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na,

 

Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na,

 

Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na,

 

Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na,

 

Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na, Get Lost Get Lost!

 

The cops aren’t coming, your wheels aren’t turning, the cops aren’t coming, your wheels aren’t turning, Do the Burman! Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na, Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na, Get Lost Get Lost.

 

Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na, Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh na, Do the Burman, Nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, nuh, Do the Burman, Get Lost Get Lost, Get Lost…

 

Nuh nuh nuh…(nuh chocolate or cheese for you, go hyperactive)

 

 

 

18. Airbus

 

A few simple words, to fill in the spaces where the bridge and the instrumental don’t go

It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand them, it’s the way you think they’re supposed to go

Though I love you in many ways, you mean so much to me

They’ll believe you anyway they’ll really climb your tree

 

The airbus is coming

The airbus is coming

The airbus is coming

Mt Erebus is coming!

 

(Repeat)

 

 

19. Shark in the Carpark

 

He’s a shark in the car park

He’s a dog shark gonna bark

He’s hanging out of his car

He’s gonna defend his tart (repeat)

 

Shark, shark, shark in the car park (repeat)

 

He’s a shark in the carpark
He’s a dog shark, gonna bark
If he stops, he’ll think and drown
He’s an animal, a dog shark
He will search the town
and he’ll search the park

Shark, shark, shark in the carpark
Shark, shark, shark in the carpark

He’ll say anything to her
Anything for another notch
On his rrroot counter.

Shark in the carpark! Shark, shark, shark in the carpark.

 

 

 

20. Ancient Door

(after Thos Hardy)

Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where dead feet walked in

She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire;
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!

We were looking away,

We were looking away

 

Repeat x 4

 

 

21. Stirling College

 

You’ll get no knowledge at Stirling College

And all the classes are just real farces

And all the teachers are big fact leeches

At the college, sucking out your knowledge

 

I don’t want to be sucked so dry

By those teachers who wonder why

Cause there’s no knowledge at that Stirling College

 

The problem is the ventilation

It doesn’t work, but the teachers smirk

They can take their knowledge from Stirling College

 

I don’t want to be sucked so dry

By those teachers who wonder why

Cause there’s no knowledge at Stirling College

 

Shut at two because someone spewed

It was too hot – we had to stop

Perspiration from no ventilation

 

I don’t want to be sucked so dry

By those teachers who wonder why

Cause there’s no foliage at the Stirling College

 

The head will suspend you anyway

For anything that you do or say

It’s a cretin’s regime at Stirling College

 

I don’t want to be sucked so dry

By those teachers who wonder why

Cause there’s no knowledge at Stirling College

 

I don’t see why those teachers even try

Cause there’s no knowledge at Stirling College

No I don’t see why those teachers even try

Because there’s no knowledge at the Stirling College!!

 

 

22. The Road to Hell

 

I once had a good intention

but I did something else

there goes my hope of redemption

it’s too late, it’s too late

 

Chorus

 

Cause the road to hell is paved with good intentions X2

 

At times I am degenerate

but I don’t feel that way

I think too much about my fate

Who knows it shows?

Who knows it shows?

 

The road to hell is paved with good intentions X2

 

I had good intentions, please take that into account

I laid all those paving stones

It’ll be a long path

to my aftermath

 

I once had a good intention

but I did something else

there goes my hope of redemption

it’s too late, it’s too late

 

Cause the road to hell is paved with good intentions

The road to hell x4

23. Mismet

 

And they felt, a waft of charm

When Sid Vicious

Name was said

 

But the face

And the name

And the place

And the game

Were not alas the right ones

The ones just meant for Sid

Though fine and sweet the features

Murder and suicide is what he did

Murder and suicide is what he did

 

 

 

24. Slaxter Boy

(after Sham 69 Ulster Boy)

 

Parents in Malaysia, $40 bucks a month they pay ya

Slaxter Boy, Slaxter Boy

 

You know they’ll be away for a few more years

So when they return you won’t cry no tears

 

Slaxter Boy, oh Slaxter Boy

 

Living with a chick in the Manuka Flats

Feeds you too much, makes you get fat

 

Slaxter Boy, Our friend Slaxter Boy

 

So now you’re lying in your hospital bed

The remnants of the mushies still flashing through your head

 

16 reds, in one night

Slaxter your kidneys are a horrible sight

 

Slaxter Boy, Slaxter Boy

 

No more drugs for you any more

You’ve landed like the rest

Busted for sure

 

Slaxter Boy, Slaxter Boy

 

 

 

25. Goodbyes are not Worthwhile

(after Thos Hardy)

 

It was your way, my dear,

to vanish without a word

when callers, friends, or kin

had left, and I hastened in

to rejoin you, as I inferred.

And when you’d a mind to career

off anywhere say to town

You were all of a sudden gone

Before I had thought thereon,

or noticed your trunks were down.

 

So, now that you disappeared
for ever in that swift style,
your meaning seems to me
Just as it used to be:
“Good-byes are not worth-while!”

 

 

 

 

26. Cost of Dying

 

The sting in a funeral is pretty bad

Like havin’ to pay $15 bucks to see your dear late dad

And what about $700 for the ceremony

When in the will you got cut out and lost your alimony

 

Cause like the cost of living

The cost of dying’s going up, up, up, up

And even for a modest funeral

$1000 bucks is not enough

 

The only thing to do is get into a pauper’s grave

Unless for your last act on earth you want to scrimp and save

If you’re thinking about a headstone, or cremation tree

You either got to stay alive or leave yourself in the hands of Jesus

 

Cause like the cost of living

The cost of dying’s going up, up, up, up

And even for a modest funeral

$1000 bucks is not enough

 

We’re all stuffed from the start, we’re going to die anyway

So why to foot the cost of dying should we have to pay?

About the price consumer affairs kicked up a stink

Why should we worry, at this age of dying we don’t think

 

But are we really living, when it costs so much to die? (or tomorrow)

To be buried in a wooden box and claim your place in the sky

Or don’t you care!?