Abandon Ship

Nothing To Say

One Listens

Full length album from Adelaide punk rock band grenadiers. Out Jan 23, 2015 

06 Stay Inside

05 Nothing On

04 Handfuls Of Dirt

03 Take Forever

02 Factotum

01 Summer

I can’t find my Ritalin
All alone in the madding crowd
Such sweet company
Mute voice, so loud
My liver is paté
Set a fire in my Tinderbox
Such sweet company
Tweeting peacocks

Yeah, I’m feelin’ fine
Live large and wake up seedy 
Live fast and diabetes

I can’t find my Vicodin
Red circles and a blue bird
Such sweet company
Soft as an infant’s turd
My Tumblr is half full
Slaughtering sacred cows
Such sweet company 
Too much, right now

All I want is somebody
Someone to hold my hand, pay for my gastric band
All I need is somebody
To get under my skin, inject my insulin
All I want is somebody
To fawn and gratify, maintain my sugar high
All I need is somebody
To throw away

Prick so it bleeds and pick through my feed
Live fast and diabetes

Don’t come down


Live Fast, Diabetes

Cold concrete greets the dawn, Newscorp papers smack the lawn Life rolls on
He stands on pale legs, makes coffee, bacon and eggs
Life rolls on
His Dunlop Volleys on his feet
His rusted Falcon wagon hits the street

Suburban life rolls on

He cops his Centrelink, is he gonna choose to pay rent or drink
Life rolls on
His last four cigarettes, swapped for gold coins for greyhound bets
Life rolls on
Down to a mates house, sink a beug
Smash a two-piece feed and watch Family Feud

Suburban Life rolls on

Suburban life rolls on, suburban life rolls on, my mind is off, the telly’s on Suburban life rolls on, home-made Gatorade bong, tobacco spin is way too strong Mow lawns with Speedos on, wearing my favourite thongs, suburban life rolls on !
In the parks and alleyways
Another damn glorious day
Wouldn’t have it any other way

Suburban life rolls on

Suburban Life

I woke up un a couch in a West-End council flat
I rubbed sleep from my eyes, polished off the gak
Various passed-out strangers carpeted the floor
My guts flipped like a pancake, I bolted for the door

The outside world filled me with unspeakable dread
The passers-by seemed somewhat puzzled as I fled
I’m cagey at the best of times
And this aint the best of times

Panic attack, panic attack

The hull of my brain is breached
Get out, get out, get out
A simple conclusion reached
Get out, get out, get out
Get out, get out, every atom of me screams it

The outside world fills me with unspeakable joy
Except for times when I need scotch and water and a dark room I’m nervous at the best of times
And this aint the best of times

Grenadiers

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