every morning starts this way
on a different planet from yours
the day lies ahead
a gray rubbery ocean
and somewhere beneath
my thick skin blubbers
a giant disappointment 

- WHERE'S MY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!
darren shouts at the radio from the shed

my other brother the stuck up cunt
has his own car
he goes to the movies whenever he wants
he can afford to drink at the pub
me and darren and dad
sit in the fucking shed
and the dogs bark
and the neighbours scream
and we turn up the radio and fuck them - FUCK YOU!

can you see the waste from where you live?

i hate going to the dole office
i feel like a fucking dickhead
i can make things
i can drive
but i can’t fucking type and i can’t fucking play niceandsmilelikeagrinningdickheadinabuttonedupshirtandiwon’tgetahaircutandthefuckingtattoosaren’tgoinganywhere
so why do you keep asking

it doesn’t make it betterbludgerwankerlazyfuckingmaggot

some mornings i can’t breathe
because it’s so tight
it’s so tight around my chest
and i want to swim up
and i can’t and i can’t breathe
and i cry quietly so they can’t hear me
and they can’t give me any shit
and – DON'T BE SUCH A FUCKING WHINGER dad says

i’ll feel better after my first beer
and better after my tenth and
when everything around me is a blur and
the fence is higher than it should be and
the ground arcs away like a mountain andtheni’llfeelbetterand

LOOK WHAT I DID
TEN IN TWO HOURS
i could do twenty before dinner and some bongs and it’ll be okandthenit’llbeokthenit’llbeok

no fuck off i can’t today
i have an interviewaninterview
WHERE’S MY FUCKING SHIRT?! WHERE’SMYSHIRT?!
IPUTITOUTLASTFUCKINGNIGHTWHERE’SMYFUCKINGSHIRT?!oksorryok

interviews are rooms full of cunts
look at themcuntsfuck

i hate this

i’m at the bottom of an ocean
and i can’t swim up
andit’ssotightaroundmychest
yeah mate i can make things
i can be thereanytimemateanytimemateicandoityeahok

sit by the fucking phone
like waiting for a girl to callfuck
yeah mate
well i could do it on a differentday like
anytimematei icandoit
yeah no worriesCUNTFUCKINGCUNTfuckfufuck

they can’t hear my in my room
but i can hear them
- WHERE’S MY FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS?!
- YOU GOING TO SHUT THOSE FUCKEN DOGS UP??!
- GET FUCKED! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS YOU STUPID OLD BITCH! FUCK YOU!

but they can’t hear me
and they can’t feel the weight
there’s nothing wrong with me only dickheads work
but they can’t feel the weight
and we pool like silver and tin
and we’re a mirror
all arse about
and you can’t see the waste from the planet that you live on
and it’s so tight around my chest
and i can’t swim up
and it stretches away grey
and they can’t hear me

they can’t hear me
they can’t hear metheycan'thearme

i just wanna get out of here
i just wanna job
i just wanna get out of hereijustwannajob
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