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Herd, The - "We Cant Hear You"
Lyrics to We Cant Hear You : Alright, lets get this party started right and let your brain rest As we just press play and play the court jesters The stress...(uh), gets to all of us at some point until the DJ got you falling for a dumb joint Dance halls held at gunpoint, with songs that explode and oversexed boys Get the next toys and learning tools by no means, dudes brain dead, tone deaf, so fresh, so clean Would now be a good time to say "throw your hands up"' "Nah, bro, just kick the next stanza!" Dont get me wrong, I love it when you answer but would you say "ho!", if I said "Pauline Hanson"' Live from the Elefant mansion, imagine this life so handsome, holding the Libs for ransom Wed arrive at every gig in a chariot and Rok Postyad have a bass amp with a trolley to carry it [Chorus] Now, if youre sick and tired of the news reports and your modern-day life is a blues of sorts Put your head in the sand with your Walkman on Put this goddamn song on and hum along... it goes "La, la la la la", we cant hear you! "La la, la la", we cant hear you! "La, la la la la", we cant hear you! "La, la la la" He got up on his high horse, and jumped on a dumb song Never been in it for money, but keeps getting the punts wrong Hes offering his lyrics, but nowhere they come from His name is Junk John, alias is a month long Dumb it down deliberately, then renegotiate the fee Hopes his opiates will open up a market overseas But sober beats, irregular show proceeds (fuck that) He took his bag to only eight ads in a row and unpacked Eagerly awaited groupies up in his nut sack Smoke a lot of weed, but when hes platinum, hell cut back Public liability aint covering that though Nor his rag flow, we think he a modern day Banjo Battla Patterson, with a pad and a pen it dont matter, as long as it rhymes, hell be back back it again Hed rather have it on them, but sadly, its not my scene The underground struggled up, for real, wheres my limousine' ("Serious uncool, man Wheres my limo, dude' We gotta go to Crackhead FM and do a spot with Kyle and Scrappy Dog! Scrappy Dog' Oh, he phoned mate") [Chorus] Yeah, thats right, close your eyes, swing your hips And fling yourself around with this song on your lips Let your guard slip, drink, we all need balance And check out, we rock a party with a stick and a carrot And while you barrack for our Peter Garrett stances And out of habit parrot all the proper answers Indignant standards, chantin, signifying whats wrong And then The Herd turn your concerns into a three minute pop song So join us on a voyage, our immodest peripatetical This dudell take your blues on a mental sabbatical Fanatics, jump aboard and appropriate it as an anthem Or just nod your head and smile, try to pick up while youre dancin And chances theyll brand us naysayers But if we add a catchy chorus, radio might still play us Maybe pose for alley photos with scowling hoodlums Or bootleg my sex tape with Delta Goodrem "(la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, you serious')" [Chorus - 2X] [ We Cant Hear You Lyrics ]
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