For our dearest Jimmy, who without the power of his corolla this track would not exist. 

Forever in our hearts and sphincters. 


Lyrics:
ot my centrelink pay today
On the train on my way

Gonna beat up a twelve year old
Spend his money (on drugs!)
Heading down to hamilton station
Got my first southern cross tattoo

Don’t look at my shirt
(Or I’ll fucking go ya mate!)
Got a ciggy? I need a ciggy!
Got a lighter? (Oi spark us up cunt)

Down the street in my flannel shirt
Faggot cunts looking to get hurt
Got swag all day everyday got swag all day erryday got swag!
In my mate's Corolla, coming your way!

(Oi, who touched my goon sack?
Shittest cunts, man.
All I wanted was to get fucked up,
And you cunts just go and ruin it aye...)

Can I have your sisters Facebook?
Liking pics when she was twelve years old.
I know she’s underage right now
But that’s never really stopped me before

You can call it a bumbag, but it's a fucking purse.

Top Button Flannel

Shitcore song about a promiscuous uprising in our future political candidates. 

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