What Serj Said (2009) - Caboolture, Qld

FFITKOD (2011) - Mt Binga, Qld

This song is for any one who has battled cancer in one way or another .. whether it's been you or your loved one. Lyrics are as follows ~

Cancer sucks, there's no denying it.
It'll grow and grow and it can kill ya quick.
The medical people say it's nothing we transmit,
Like Syphilis, Covid 19 or gettin' the shits.

I disagree, the contagion is ragin.
Through lifestyle choices and media exchanges.
Displayer of death, chronic and slow.
Not something we want, you know, you know.

I didn't ask for cancer, 
No one gave a fuck.
Including me, not knowing what it could really do to me.
Shrivel me up like some kind of poisoned egg.
Stab me in the back while I'm standing on one leg.
Then on came the pain, 
And hopefully some answers,
Spitter spatter of banter, avoidin' the death dancer.

Who woulda planned for this?
Pits of the abyss,
Life is rife in bliss, nuthin' to dismiss.
But no, you gotta go, around on killin'
Victim 101, a random hit n' miss.
Kiss my ass cancer, your killing all my friends.
And twice now you've tried to get me and cut off my head.
I thought I better pen this now, while I still can,
And go ahead and simply say, fuck cancer.

Fuck cancer.

A nightmarish figure,
Burned in my head.
Sent straight from hell trademarked with a blood stamp.
Staring right at me and creepily leering.
The peep hole of the people is my pee pole.
The stress is killin' all a matter of things,
Bigger than sunshine, better than chicken wings.

I wanna survive yunno past 95,
And get to 100 so that spaceships arrive.
We can fly em' in the air,
Not even buckled up.
And stick our heads out the window and yell, fuck cancer.

Let me say it again, fuck cancer.
Say it five more times, fuck cancer.
Fuck cancer, fuck cancer, fuck cancer, fuck cancer.

Now we wait, but live another day.
So grab a hold of a loved one, 
And say what ya gotta say.
There'll be a time when ya wished ya did.
Coz life is too short to hold grudges and shit.
Or just being lazy all toasty and cozy.
Bubbled up in my own world oh oh.
Or being too busy coz they're aint enough time.
We'll get there, we'll catch up somewhere down the line.
Coz when it goes blank with a few things left,
Make it the best time of your life, no regret.

If its five o'clock on a friday afternoon,
And ya gotta tell someone ya love, fuck cancer.
Or when ya, bored at home not a lot to do,
Ya stick ya head out the window and yell, fuck cancer.
Or if ya in your mates car and ya music is shit,
You stick your head out the window and yell, fuck cancer.
Are we gettin there, have ya heard enough yet?
Let's sing it now ten more times, fuck cancer.
Is the message clear? Have I drilled it in your ear>>>>>
Yeah, yeah. 

Fuck cancer!

EFF! Cancer (2022) - Bellmere, Qld

Down On The Corner (2019) - Toowoomba South, Qld

Chorus Words and Music by Andrew Farriss and Michael Hutchence

Verse Words by Reece Lamberth

Backing Track and Recording by Leighton Teys

See the clip! 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HKV4fEUyaAM


All we've got is this moment.
So let's get down and get benevolent.
You can treat me like an elephant,
Flippin up my trunk, up in the front of my junk.

And if my trunk is simply not enough,
Then perhaps we can get on down to surgery,
But this is perjury, a fake ass dick? A plastic surgery?
Will someone call Elon Musk and reverse the fee?

How do ya feel, I'm not even sleepin'
Look me in the eye to see if there's secrets I'm keepin'.
On the mic I'm the one to steal,
With every little kiss we got sex appeal.

Tonight you need a little massage from me and then I'll message you and make you feel good, that's my guarantee.
Close your eyes, just relax and go to sleep, 
With my hands on your body its ecstasy.

I need you tonight,
Coz I'm not sleepin', no.
There's somethin' about you girl.
That makes me sweat.

Your moves are so raw.
So let's get down over there on the floor.
Don't worry, I've blown up the mattress.
No need to rush we just get in and practice.

Our colours shine,
There ain't no veneer in these corny rhymes.
Under the moonlight our love's an impetus like a cypress,
Our love is endless, oh yes.

I gotta let you know to go slow at first,
But I'm not ya Dad, you can call me Fred Durst.
Please don't stick that there you know it hurts!
And vat is zat your doing vis my litttle bratwurst?

What do you think about my big boy jiggy?
Is he sticky enough and privy for Miss Piggy?
Rollin' up in  Brizzy, Sippin on the Whisky, 
In the city, it's a Jubilee, and we're in harmony.

I need you tonight,
Coz I'm not sleepin', no.
There's somethin' about you girl.
That makes me sweat.

So slide over here, 
And give me a moment,
Your moves are so raw. 
I've got to let you know.

I need ya tonight, I'm not sleepin', 
There's something about ya girl that makes me sweat'.
I need ya tonight, I'm not sleepin', 
There's something about ya girl that makes me sweat'.

You're one of a kind,
I fucken love your shit.
So get on over here and dance on it.
I can't decide if it's ass or tit,
But if its all the same to you I got a Goldilocks dick, so.

Slide over here, and give me a moment,
I'd like to pee please and I'd like you to hold it.
You make me smile when you tickle and mould it,
We're in a pickle together, committed to this very moment.

I need you tonight,
Coz I'm not sleepin', no.
There's somethin' about you girl.
That makes me sweat.

I Need You Tonight (2023) - Aspley, Qld

Tunes provided by BeatStars

Lyrics by Reece "RizzO" Lamberth

Recorded and Mixed By Leighton "Dheezy" Teys

So that's what it's like. That's what its like. That's what its like.
To finally be released. 
And finally be able to see what was always there in front of me. 
And even though I've got like a million kids.
I sit here on my own because of all the fucked up things I did.

I'm creator of two broken homes.

You see I've come from one myself
Now I've created two.
Always thinkin' I was alright and thought I was ready to renew.
But I hadn't yet dealt with the shit my parents had dispute.
When I was a kid and they fucked me up pretty good.

This time, you know what, I just can't be angry, I'm too exhausted for that.
Coz that is half the reason why I've just lost my second family.

I've built two broken homes.

It's true its time for me to stand up and be a man and lend a hand
And whether or not my wife and I get back I'll have to have a plan.
to ensure those kids don't end up just like this.

A trauma driven belief, needing others for relief.
Manipulation, not being able to stand up,
Up on my own two feet.

I've built two broken homes.

You know its hard sometimes to comprehend reality,
When there are things inside your mind,
That just don't align with ya sanity.

And ya loved ones get tossed away.

I didn't know how to act, I didn't know how to be.
That was all before I did a little university...
And that felt like it .. partially set me free.

But you know.
I was already free.
I was already free.
I was already free.

To be the man, I wanted to be.

Not once did you ever call me names or try and stop me.
You even moved house across town and never ever ever forgot me.

I didn't pay the right attention to you.

You know today when you rocked up and I was Santa Clause,
The kids were there too, I missed you all so very much.
I missed all ya smiles and stuff.

And hey, I'm Santa, I should be pretty happy.
But I'm dying on the inside coz of lies and stupid banter.

This just isn't the way to be.

And my attitude, toward my family sucks.
It's little wonder my wife booted me out and told me she'd had enough.
She'd grown weary of my outbursts and stuff.

Now I wonder, about the damage done.
And the changes I need to make in order to finally have some fun.
It's time to set myself free.

To all my kids. To my wife and my first partner.
I'm sorry for the damage I've caused as a shithouse husband and father. 

I've built two broken homes.

Now it's time, its time to relax. Its time for me to kick back and think about my impact.

And the man I wanna be from here.

Two Broken Homes Part 1 (2023) - Aspley, Qld

Vocals by Rizzo. Track downloaded from BeatStars

OzzieKarnt (2024) - Aitkenvale, Qld

Mr Misogynistic....x lots

I have to pretend I'm normal but I'm not.
I have to resist, whipping out my big fat cock,
over at your mum's.

I should've brought the turkey but I don't know.

hell, we can fuck the jerky, and we won't tell, now, drop your pants baby and get on the bed, gimme a look at your face before it goes all red , and we make a mess of this place, and we put the cream in ya hair. We'll wonder what we've done then we can sit and stare.

cute little kitty cat sittin behind the bush, I love it when it squirts and flirts with the purple kush, two calamari pork pie all mine and chips, I want your lips wrapped around the bits right there near my hips.


ya can't tell me it's not right,
who's to say it's not tight,
ya never know till ya try right,
now kiss my ass and say goodnight.


(If this song annoys, pisses off or infuriates ... great , mission accomplished)


Freindlick (2025) - Aspley, Qld

Lyrics

Verse 1
You spilt my beer now its gone,
And I dunno what to do,
How am I supposed to drink now,
From my shoe?
It was yesterday, when I quit the drink,
But today’s another day for me to stop and think.
As if I’m gunna, coz I live down under,
This stuff is me life mate, my gold and plunder.

Chorus 1
Oh yeah, Gimme that beer!
Ah huh, Gimme my sunshine.
Fuck yeah! Gimme my sunshine back! (X2)

Verse 2
Pass the bong, and you and I’ll get along,
This ain’t the song for scones and tea.
I want my weed and I want it for free,
I don’t expect for any of this to affect me.
My brain is fine I have plenty of time,
I’m smoking it up and I’m high as a kite.

Chorus 2
Oh yeah, Gimme that weed!
Ah huh, Gimme my sunshine.
Fuck yeah! Gimme my sunshine back! (X2)

Verse 3
Drop the acid,
Now I’m hammered,
Gettin’ fucked and happy, 
That’s all that matters.
I’m nice and blind,
I’ve forgotten the time,
I’m wasted as fuck,
Intensifyin’ the mind.
But that’s ok, I’m on the air anyway,
Entertained by the powers that be.

Bridge
Fuck it, I’m gonna soak up what I can get,
The worst thing’ll happen is I’ll end up dead,
But at least I’ll be happy being willfully blind,
And go around being happy all of the time.

Verse 4 (+ Fade out)
Happiness happens, is a constant feed,
This I didn’t know without beers and weed.
And the acid too, is it too late to be?
Kept my eyes closed and couldn’t see.
Here I am nearly dead,
In a blissful peace,
My being locked away up the river Reece.
Being dead, in the smog is a shit way to be,
Hopefully next time I can be less free.

My Sunshine (2020) - Darling Heights, Qld

Keyboard, Drumming and Guitar played by ReSol. Song written by Bob Dylan 1962. I do not own the rights to this song.

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