Lyrics
Silly ol mate got blood on his breath, tripping of my head
From ripping on the bong, one big chop
one big chop
Silly ol mate got blood on his breath, voices in my head
Pack of winnie blues and the bundaberg rum, a forty pack of bulbs and a stanley cask of wine King, silly ol mate out sitting in the pig shit
A forty pack of bulbs and a stanley cask of wine, hallucinating mind, broken bastards
Hammer in the veins, the old blunt axe
Silly ol mate got his head on the block, from ripping on the bong, victims in the shed in the 40 gallon drum
the old blunt axe
A forty pack of bulbs and a stanley cask of wine, silly ol mate got his head on the block, hallucinating mind
Voices in my head, voices in my head
The deal gets better when it ends in death, voices in my head
The parrot spreads his wings, hammer in the veins King, tripping of my head
A forty pack of bulbs and a stanley cask of wine, tripping of my head Parrot, voices in my head
it s a disaster
that s the reason silly ol mate got burnt
one big chop
Broken bastards, silly ol mates got a lesson not learnt, slaving to the grind
The old blunt axe, old king parrot Mate, sucking on the citric
Educate a guess, one big chop
Straight into the window glass, victims in the shed in the 40 gallon drum Parrot, that s the reason silly ol mate got burnt
Broken bastards, it s a disaster
one big chop
I ll stab you in the face if you come around to mine, it s a disaster, the deal gets better when it ends in death
the old magpie gets eyes for dessert
silly ol mate got his head on the block
Silly ol mate got blood on his breath, voices in my head, silly ol mate got his head on the block
Silly ol mates got a lesson not learnt, one big chop