• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Come Around (Instrumental) - Urthboy
• Come Around (Hermitude Remix) - Urthboy
• Keep It Relevant - Urthboy
• Distant Sense Of Random Menace - Urthboy
• Modern Day Folk - Urthboy
• Megaphone Stallone - Urthboy
• No Rider - Urthboy
• Natural Progression - Urthboy
• Spitshine - Urthboy
• Come Around - Urthboy
• Black Dog - Urthboy
• Nuthin' I'd Rather Do (featuring Hau & Muph) - Urthboy
• Over Before it Began (featuring Mia Dyson) - Urthboy
• Hellsong - Urthboy
• We Get Around - Urthboy
• The Clocks (featuring Mark Pearl) - Urthboy
• The Last Chance (featuring Ozi Batla) - Urthboy
• The Signal - Urthboy
• The Wrong One (featuring Ozi Batla & The Tongue) - Urthboy

Instrumental

[Verse 1]
Now don't ever come around unannounced
Nor if you announce there's one too many run of outs
One too many counts far too many dumb it down
I came here to do my job, not to hear your run-around
I do okay believe me man I ain't come to pounce
I haven't come to scrounge I haven't come to cut you down
I don't want no gown, I'm not trying to hunt your crown
No twenty-one gun salute flags or trumpet sounds
I'm just running now, and yeah it's summer now
It's warmer in the water yet I sorta wonder how
How it's cold now, I see your thunder clouds
But you should keep it in a teacup and just shut your mouth
Simply cut it out your one number I'm rubbing out
Not number one or even 101 still you strut about
From middle to the mainstream and the underground
Your not in this struggle so don't you ever come around
"Get out of my sphere"
[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm warm but that's volcano ash
Followed by scolding golden molten lava trapped
It's no, party track it's a, heart attack
It's a master's tact with scars to match
It's a card saying don't come back I'm part of that
It's upside your neck til you start to scratch
But I'll stand my ground put on a harder hat
It's impossible to get here if you can't adapt
To the karma-strapped, to the ignorant and out-spoken
Talkback radio always with their mouths open
Big money brokers dressed all sugar coated
All the way to presidents who never should've got voted
In, treacherous seas we all sail hoping
Tomorrow's calm but I can't cos your arms choking
This little neck of mine, but don't look for tears
Just simply don't attempt to ever come around here
[Chorus]
There's a million other places underneath the stars
It's an extra large planet filled with people and cars
But I'll tell you this again if it's not quite clear
That I don't want you coming round here
There's a million places underneath the stars to see
It's an extra large planet filled with Adam and Eve
But I'll tell you this again if it's not clear
"Get out of my sphere"
[Verse 3]
I don't want your money nor your pre-emptive wars
Or your small talk hawks or your live cause
You can keep your Porsche mansions and tennis courts
Interact with power tripping like it's intercourse
Let me have my book, let there be a pen with ink and
silence in a busy day to have a little time to think
let a little peace prosper in the middle east
Without politicians boiling up the bitter heat
drop a feast at famines feet do you follow me?
There's so much more to life than fueling the economy
Give apologies acknowledge we're on stolen land
Say the obvious it's conscience, not the dollars man
I'm just a common man, I like the simple life
Thankful for my luck is how I'm livin' right
I thought I made it clear, do you understand dear?
Don't ever think of coming back around here!
[Chorus] {x2}
There's a million other places underneath the stars
It's an extra large planet filled with people and cars
But I'll tell you this again if it's not quite clear
That I don't want you coming round here
There's a million places underneath the stars to see
It's an extra large planet filled with Adam and Eve
But I'll tell you this again if it's not clear
"Get out of my sphere"

I never ever entered any beauty contests
And I never gave a shit about a supermodel search
This verse first busted on my twenty third birthday
Earns no cash for rent, now it's rehashed and bent
Spent like government sense
In the bank, out the bank
Like the Kelly gang, they tell us their thanks
And crank it up like the PA at a death metal gig
This is no lecture or a lesson, I'll just pull off your wig
You want to show the world your flow bro, first get a keg (?)
I listened to your whole album man, it wasn't that great
I haven't dug into crates, so much as searching my mind
You're looking for the perfect beat
I'm looking for the perfect rhyme
This patient practise takes excersize
It's like trying to look a someone with the sun in your eyes
I never compromise integrity, I'm not a sell out
My perspective is infirm, check no penthouse
So get the hell out like a rabbit at the races
These greyhounds in suits got murder written all over their faces
Stressed out like paces places your fake beats (?)
Creating image from the simplest speech, it takes weeks
I beat the drum like simgle mums till exhausted
Devoted to what's important, what's my calling
So caution, I forced in and trampling like elefants (?)
If you want to contribute son - then keep it relevant
You're gonna use your effort and time
Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine, and get the rhyme relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em unless you get the rhythym relevant
You're gonna use your effort and time
Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine, and get the rhyme relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em unless you get the rhythym relevant
This is for the people, and only for the people to consume
It's a method of relaxing, spark em up and write tunes
It's just a little thing we developed in our rooms,
Voice pad and computer, tools of a user
Machinery accompanies the raucous and thoughts
And vocal rhythyms, a pleasing little fiery collision
Isn't it
I want to rip the mic up to bits
I wanna dance like a breaker with wings on their hips
Surely we don't need another half-arsed,
brain dead, well dressed
breast fed, volume annoying MC
on the stage talking Benzies, cash, flows and cars
In a wack-induced frenzy, you write your own stars
Please man, don't even tempt me
You cut yourself in half
With your empty bag of battle-raps that's tearing us apart
Not looking for the last laugh, nor the past ettiquette (?)
I'm just here to contribute and keep it relevant
You're gonna use your effort and time
Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine, and get the rhyme relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em unless you get the rhythym relevant
You're gonna use your effort and time
Use your wretched little mind
Don't forget your spine, and get the rhyme relevant
You wanna rock the spot and give the people what they want
But who cares what you give 'em unless you get the rhythym relevant
This is for the losers and the bruisers who just play
To win these skills built from uses (?)
Now take a minute
Improvise on the fly, notice no instructions to read
And no greed to be in doubt, plus no [blank]
Another day, December 30, when the time has been felt
Another year passed on by without the ring of a bell
Am I that much older, or that much more an extra burden?
I'm not a ????
????
I'm not a rambler
Microphone fiend chit-chatter-er
Not a pro, nor an ameteur
I'm not a barrister
More like Ozi Battla
Live and full-frontal
Got the flows mixed with substance to confront you
We run through like streakers, freak the whole show
Not a game ladies and gents - it's all about the pro's
That's in poetry sense
Plus some samplers, computers
Here to alienate the damn pop-consumers
Lessons with no tuners
All day with the biro
With or without hydro, filling out the rhyme book
Just wait for the side-look, I'm running at your like an elefant
If you want to contribute, then make it relevant.

[Verse 1]
Maybe it's too complicated, maybe it's a minefield
Maybe it's like someone else's murder, it's not quite real
Buried page 10 of today's paper
Read about another road rage of a crazed teenager
The mother gives the vox grab saying she's just
sad, and all the justice in the world won't bring her daughter back
flavour of the 48 hours til the news finds another
utter tragedy to increase the views
And you still never know if you've reached the truth
30 seconds to a minute and you're in it up to the tips of your toes
and the truth can be a dodgy uncle
Media moguls and leaders act like Simon & Garfunkle
The, right wing squarks for yet more hawks
And the, left wing calls for yet more peace talks
And many people left are asking who to believe
Cos reality is as muddy as token olive leaves
And apparently you can't wear your heart on your sleeve
Cos the menace is too distant for listeners to grieve
And even umm, I've been numbed til the cartoon alternative
Just trying to learn to live
[Chorus #1]
Kigali
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Chechnya
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Lebanon
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Woomera
It's just a distant sense of random menace
[Verse 2]
Try as I might I cannot get my head around the
Hutus slaughtering the Tutsis in Rwanda one-nine-nine-four
And then on top to comprehend how the United Nations
let it happen with their blue helmets armed by the door
Eight hundred thousand in less than
Ninety days, is Africa just too far away
Or is the genocide convention only mentioned in connection
With the Nazis and the Jews during World War Two
Cos your world views seen through the same few that drew
Their bloody colonial maps for custodial taxes
Historical pacts, treaties and age-old arrangements ignore
In order for the dominant order to be restored
Warlords, dictators, puppet regimes installed
While cold wars and old walls did fall
Wars on drugs and wars on terror
Later on there'll be concessions made by governments of intelligence errors
Is to understand to simplify? Black and white, good
and bad, learn not to sympathise unless it's of an allied flag
I'll be damned if my land is the fifty-first state
Both a realist and idealist on the same day
[Chorus #2]
Vietnam
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Sierra Leone
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Zimbabwe
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Bosnia
It's just a distant sense of random menace
[Verse 3]
It's not a soapbox, or at least I hope not
These are things that affect me so much they're what I dream of
Dream of different endings where lessons are learnt
Before good and bad were copyright foreign policy terms
Before hip hop was either barbeque or bling
Before it seemed like everyone was operated by string
So align yourself, define yourself, design yourself
With any luck your life will all work out
And you won't find yourself the victim of an effort to ethnically cleanse
Left to defend the rest of these men
women and children, from rape, pillage and killing cos
every evil got it's coalition of the goddamn willing
so forgive me if I can't give you something to laugh to
This is for you to argue, shake your mind and arse to
It's for me to ask you just who can you trust
dust to dust, and if tomorrow is us? What if...
[Chorus #3]
Kashmir
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Guam
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Kabul
It's just a distant sense of random menace
San Salvador
It's just a distant sense of random menace
Gaza Strip
It's just a distant sense of random menace
East Timor
It's just a distant sense of random menace...

[Verse 1]
We the modern day folk singers, even if
the old folk singers think we're just dope slingers
Ode to the idiom and the flow gideon
My ear a melody net yet there's no singing em
Some are not kidding they're puzzled at how we talk
I tell it's not talk, like cheese and chalk
And we walk without fear in the ground we tread
And it's flawed cos you're hearing all the thoughts goin round my head
Where paradox and respect wed
And I work to my catalogue not my nest egg
And the wordplay is direct and unashamed
Taken in all the frame with a ridiculous name
So many of us made a claim
Some soared so high
Plenty fell off like a shot down plane
The wind blowing your bridge over troubled waters down
But don't worry we'll sort it out
[Chorus]
And You've got to be engaged
You're not just listening to your mates
We're trying to save the world
A brave new world, I love that bitter taste
And you've got to be engaged
It's not a grudge match every day
It's just life in all it's phases
Cos no folk song ever saved us
[Verse 2]
Like A Tribe Called Quest said, it's all expected
Things will get hectic, change is a threat like when Dylan went electric
Cos we all affected, directed, defected
In puffy chested but then out dejected
No massage for every bad back
It isn't Hollywood, it's just Mad Max
It isn't the serum to get rid of your anthrax
No Mother Teresa it's just the beat of a damn track
I don't really care for half of these MCs
But some of them are like the path of a set-piece
All of it and more we can't let you get sleep
No relationship was started on a wet dream
So we knock down doors and we rock our jaws
And we don't turn our back if it's not our cause
Stand and stare upward form the ground floor
Get up, what you down for?
[Chorus] {X2}
[Verse 3]
It's really not that profound, the way a phrase
knocks you down to others it's nothing more than a background
Some are weak at the knees at that sound
I rewind the song and sit down now
Constantly flip between the FM stations
The jocks spruik the next sensations
But I don't care about the next sensations
I'm sorry if I left you waiting

[Verse 1]
'Cause everybody know a crowder
They're the type to climb on other crabs
when you find there's something that they gotta have
Any means justifying the ends
And storming any port whether enemy or a friend
Hand in the wolves cloak, legend with the remote
The manifestation of a lemming is often a blow
Alot of big notes(?) might swing alot of votes
But the same principle is the war of the world hokes
As common as cane toads in Queensland know that I play fair
With these hands we can see man
I'm getting sick of the he-men I tuggle with
You need to be cut right back down like shrubbery
Don't call it conscience, call it a recovery
Spoilt kids that reduced to them taking custody
Lost and found and found and lost
Should wear around your neck like an albatross
[Chorus]
Because what you do is not brave
No matter what your megaphones say
Your better off if bad laws break(?)
And what you do is not brave
No matter what your megaphones say
Your better off if bad laws break(?)
They'll be a riot in the streets of Sydney tonight
[Verse 2]
They said how can you allow it
Do not want to know facts or anything about it, keep your head bowed
By the week, month and year the days counted
Relying on the betrayal of how we were founded
Now there's no other way around it, they coming to roost
I wonder if you'll reach a moment of truth
The thing's going on under the ton of Nauru(?)
Even concervative Christian groups ask for proof
And LEA never said we're not autonomous yet
But yet they plainly neglect me it don't need to be said
Check your fucking concept of self respect
Don't get it twisted, history beckoned and you missed it
The menace is distant but no less real
On our streets like the opium of Afghan fields
The only honourable ones are the ones that squeal
How's that for an inditement but that's the deal
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I call bullshit on think tank tards
Banded all whatever conservative think tanks are
Laugh long and hard, it'll last like big banks silence
Just business, don't you fools start up on the listener's!
'Cause the risk is that you devide your market
Some of you consumers might feel that they're your target
What you've got a small one and this might halve it
Se la ve, 'cause that's just the way it'll be
{repeat first 5 lines of Verse 3}
Some of you consumers might feel that they're your target
Don't you understand what your doing is real hard but
Se la ve, 'cause that's the way it's gonna be
[Chorus] {X2}
They'll be a riot in the streets of Baghdad tonight

[Verse 1]
I was working as an MC the other day
With a cup o' instant coffee and some marmalade
It's hard to play when just wanna run away
It's underlay underlay since underage
Then the phone rang "It's Urthboy here
I'm Elefant Traks just like Kenny Sabir"
"Hi, someone led me to believe you're an MC
I've got an offer that would maybe even tempt me
What I meant means we give you a set fee
You play at our gig for peanuts and a little prestige”
Ah so the rest see me as a success
But I'm struggling to pay rent with records to press
But yes I agree to it, how can you not?
Thinking of the fluid with the international slot
I've got no time for rhymers, slash social climbers
It's just another gig I'm doing for the rider
[Chorus]
There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (like, broke as hell, can't you tell)
There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
[Verse 2]
Leave the house, lock the door, catch the bus
Or the train, it's a rush tame the peak hour crush
to the venue, nothing but trouble on the menu
Cock-rocking headstrong soundmen to get through
This shit can really send you to the pub next door
Either that or make sure he leaves with a broken jaw
(Ahh) nah man I'm just joking around
Just hoping to soundcheck without choking this clown
I'm just about over it now and I'm not hopeful
Can I get a test vocal from the pleb locals
This opals got rough edges and a hard centre
I'm doing it for the love music's my warm sweater
Kinda like a second placenta so when I enter
In performance endeavours there's Desmond Decker-like measure
And ever different, but listen, there is that divider
Drink up cos the other act will steal all ya rider
[Chorus]
There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
[Verse 3]
I was working as an MC the other night
With a couple shitty mics and an appetite
Cook MCs like, look it's a parasite
Eat em up but first wipe the dirt out of sight
I'm your superman's cryptonite talkback
shock jock sponsorship, politicians dirty money
Heard you coming from a mile away you got the
right-of-way yeah that's what all the rhymers say
I'm inclined to play cos in the end it's entertainment
Crafted and created, loungeroom and the basement
Break-in, and of the things stolen by the sly crooks
Cash, backpack, laptop and rhymebook
Start from scratch, and scrap the last seventy-ish
Pull out every second hair and tear em to bits
Material things are gone with the pied piper
(Okay Winona, I'll do it for the Ryder)
[Chorus]
There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)
There is no rider my friend, so why we doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (broke as hell, it's not hard to tell)

[Verse 1]
Who'd have ever known it'd come to this trying to
predict your future sitch is simple as peace is a flick of a switch
hitter. No prizes for not guessing that there'll be some days
where I get most of my protein from this paper that I write on
This same little Timmy was a sporty kid, and yeah the sun
worked its fryer on my pail skin funny thing frailty
I kept attending practice when my dad was having episodes
That left behind a family in tatters
And the subsequent descent under the poverty line
Still we had a roof above our heads and friends to grow and build with
And who'd have known of who I'd be if I had different early cards
But whose to ask what might've been I exercise my right to turn a
Blind eye to the rear vision, at which point the third eye'll hopefully
kick in and then make a mark or something maybe
we can all look forward to some added time to sleep in
and do some home improvements on the weekend out in Eden
Or, if it's okay, don't ask me any questions
Just let the pen make a natural progression
If it's okay don't ask me any questions
Just let the pen make a natural progression
[Verse 2]
I'd have never even tried to guess from three to thirteen
To eighteen what's now got me on full court press yes
In retrospect the hints were there, timid as a billboard
A batsman, keeper, graffiti writing creature
Sort of wrote a bit, it's now embarrassing but there's love
For those nursery rhyme raps in primary school Nug
They were bugged out but as if we weren't I copped
A tonne of verbal abuse but I'd say thankyou sir
I never came to cause trouble, we even wrote a rap
As peace offerings to Mr Beaumont when he had a baby
That was at 11, at 15 you could've seen them early morning
petty crime schemes I've got a pin inside my foot to prove it
you'd be stupid to assume that there were no regrets
But it's not over yet, I wind my window down a bit
Shifting gears from fourth to fifth
Left the career back at the tollway
Generation cynic Y2K without the rollplay
[Chorus] {x3}
Stranger things have happened, and it's not shock horror
And if you were to buy the bio then I wouldn't bother
It's just the way it is, call it my live review
Yeah I remember all these things while I'm hyping you
[Verse 3]
I had a fella tell me once of all his ideologies
You know the kind of scholarly filled chemical philosophies
Significance of numbers and your stars and your bloodlines
Scars from the sunshine tragedies and punchlines
Premature deaths occur before the person's ready
Said the fella before gently falling down and passing out
Well there you go the emporer proudly put out all he had on show
And here's a million bucks for guessing what tomorrow holds
Bank vaults and catapaults a liberal dose of smelling salts
To snap you back to Urth and yeah I've got present tense on lock
Known to deviate a little I guess, solving the how'd I get here
riddle and yes, there's still a bit on my chest
Was it the year I was completely depressed I swore I'd
Never take for granted when the skin disease left. And still don't
Still evokes potently as turning points tend to do
And sometimes I reflect on this while I'm hyping you
[Chorus] {x3]
Stranger things have happened, and it's not shock horror
And if you were to buy the bio then I wouldn't bother
It's just the way it is, call it my live review
Yeah I remember all these things while I'm hyping you

Even your grandma and your grandad
Distant relatives you never knew you had, never kept
tabs
To their far-fetched friends either ends of the map
Whatever goes, everybody knows that
And all the party crowd, every week they turn it out
They work their fingers to the bone, they deserve it
now
And when the big tune drops hear the floor shout
When we get the call out, we all out
According to the people
The people that resemble
Disciples of the temple
We’re all going to hell
We’re all going to hell
We’re all going to hell
We’re all going to hell
We’ll be joined by agnostic and atheists
And loop cuckoo cults across the Earth’s radius
The brightest of the bright will be coupled with the
shadiest
Workaholics condemned to pens with the laziest
The passive and the ropable, no hoper and the
Notable, forgettable and uh, the quotable
The centre of attention to barely audible
Not even any privileges for the laudable
What Ben Lee meant, with we’re all in this together
On the high road to hell we’re birds of a feather
Nothing can unite us like endeavours to the nether
Bureaucrats lobbying Lucifer with a letter
I swear that satan will get sick of it quick
Leavin the evilest of evil even thinking to quite
To the tune of Kenny G playin saxophone licks
Thinking hell has really gone to ish
According to the people
The people that resemble
Disciples of the temple
We’re all going to hell
We’re all going to hell
We’re all going to hell
We’re all going to hell
The Gallagher brothers are hanging with the brothers
Grimm
Church choir mingling with them that never sung a hymn
The pope and all the endlessly devoted under him,
fellas
That lived to the fullest to them that died wondering
And all the underlings/ up to the chief
Execs, the celibates that never had great sex
Are getting cosy with the X X X, the devil accepts all
Creatures great and small (yes he will take your call)
Booking agent, label rep and manager
Professional promoters hard to pick from amateurs
They hard to pick from anarchists who’re hard to pick
From lawyers that are lining up for damages (isn’t it
all fabulous!)
Whatever happened to happily ever after
Obama and Bin Laden, gathering clouds darken
It’s not the way it was supposed to be
“don’t stand so close to me”
Everybody c’mon
All in the fold
I see a bright
Future for all
Everybody c’mon
All in the fold
I see a bright
Future for all
We’re all goin to hell x 4

[Verse 1]
Now don't ever come around unannounced
Nor if you announce there's one too many run of outs
One too many counts far too many dumb it down
I came here to do my job, not to hear your run-around
I do okay believe me man I ain't come to pounce
I haven't come to scrounge I haven't come to cut you down
I don't want no gown, I'm not trying to hunt your crown
No twenty-one gun salute flags or trumpet sounds
I'm just running now, and yeah it's summer now
It's warmer in the water yet I sorta wonder how
How it's cold now, I see your thunder clouds
But you should keep it in a teacup and just shut your mouth
Simply cut it out your one number I'm rubbing out
Not number one or even 101 still you strut about
From middle to the mainstream and the underground
Your not in this struggle so don't you ever come around
"Get out of my sphere"
[Verse 2]
Yeah I'm warm but that's volcano ash
Followed by scolding golden molten lava trapped
It's no, party track it's a, heart attack
It's a master's tact with scars to match
It's a card saying don't come back I'm part of that
It's upside your neck til you start to scratch
But I'll stand my ground put on a harder hat
It's impossible to get here if you can't adapt
To the karma-strapped, to the ignorant and out-spoken
Talkback radio always with their mouths open
Big money brokers dressed all sugar coated
All the way to presidents who never should've got voted
In, treacherous seas we all sail hoping
Tomorrow's calm but I can't cos your arms choking
This little neck of mine, but don't look for tears
Just simply don't attempt to ever come around here
[Chorus]
There's a million other places underneath the stars
It's an extra large planet filled with people and cars
But I'll tell you this again if it's not quite clear
That I don't want you coming round here
There's a million places underneath the stars to see
It's an extra large planet filled with Adam and Eve
But I'll tell you this again if it's not clear
"Get out of my sphere"
[Verse 3]
I don't want your money nor your pre-emptive wars
Or your small talk hawks or your live cause
You can keep your Porsche mansions and tennis courts
Interact with power tripping like it's intercourse
Let me have my book, let there be a pen with ink and
silence in a busy day to have a little time to think
let a little peace prosper in the middle east
Without politicians boiling up the bitter heat
drop a feast at famines feet do you follow me?
There's so much more to life than fueling the economy
Give apologies acknowledge we're on stolen land
Say the obvious it's conscience, not the dollars man
I'm just a common man, I like the simple life
Thankful for my luck is how I'm livin' right
I thought I made it clear, do you understand dear?
Don't ever think of coming back around here!
[Chorus] {x2}
There's a million other places underneath the stars
It's an extra large planet filled with people and cars
But I'll tell you this again if it's not quite clear
That I don't want you coming round here
There's a million places underneath the stars to see
It's an extra large planet filled with Adam and Eve
But I'll tell you this again if it's not clear
"Get out of my sphere"

[Verse 1]
He never thought he'd think of killing himself
But he had've doubted anything to do with his health
Wasn't never that kind of gentlemen that needed help
Just an everyday bloke try'na handle what he'd been dealt
But it was steadily more difficult to conceal when he was too proud to reveal
The lonliest fear that he feels
Envious of those on an even keal
'Cause from where he's sitting that disposition is completely unreal
It's not like his cars lost any one of it's wheels
It's just as if it been clamped up, secured and sealed
Now he's flown the white flag and shown he'd yield
Yet the Black Dog relentlessly honed his heal
In a planet of 6 bil, still not a soul to understand
Too long ago relinquished the upper hand
Got him suffocated, tied him like a cummerband
Recalls what happy is, that's for another man
[Verse 2]
His path is lonely even when it's public
The clown cries tears, the crowd cheers and loves it
Coils with his inner turmoil, cups it
Tucks it neatly, keeps him sweetly unflustered
People of prominence are just as likely
Even if they're hyped as hype be, bright and fiesty
They might be the John Konrads and Steve Rogers
Gold medals, best and fairest, they got not just
cars and ski lodgers - they might even be doctors
Judge of character, silver screen your operas
Covinced that they imposters, row with one oar
Ones that made themselves now think they done for
And they can't talk, some of them hit the mute button
Men die in bachelor pads, nobody knew nothin'
The few years as great as vacant car parks
Don't ask why it's hard to laugh
[Verse 3]
It's 2am he's wandering streets alone
Can't remember these avenues they feel unknown
Listen to the droan of a distant trucks compression breaks
Afraid of the frailty of the things he'd set in place
He's had better days, some worse than others
Not the kind of fella proud of sleeping in under the covers
Close up the shutters, take the phone off the hook
And if they enquire he'll reply he was crook
It overtook him too long ago
And took us on a slow but shortlived prison like S Corby
17 years since he celbrated 40, too many candles to blow out and it's too corny
He might make a decision and set off a chain of events
Find a way to say what he meant
But he's spent just looking to get by
The Black Dog in the corner of his eye won't back off
{Bridge} {X2}
Getting stalked by the Black Dog
Stalked by the Black Dog
They back down but still he won't back off
Unable to navigate without a map of
the way home
Stalked by the Black Dog
Stalked by the Black Dog
Follow home and hope, why doesn't it back off?
Getting followed
Followed by the Black Dog
Stalked by The Black Dog.

[Urthboy]
Could've played stocks bad says bank teller
Deluded shoes salesmen with a statesmens umbrella
Think of all the things that I could've put my heart into
Truth is, there's nuthin that I'd rather do
[Verse 1: Urthboy]
Because a wind will blow and a full set of ink shrouded em
Bogged up, crowded in, the cold son cowering
Like where dispair and rare hope of encountering
Or even getting through that 24 hour thing
Making monsoons out of afternoon showerings
They say 'get that cash' cos what it brings empowering
Experience enough loss you get sick of salvaging
Gotta living stargazing, daily life devoured him
But fuck that, we follow on like Laxman and Dravid
Serve it up we cut our fields, still we keep carvin em'
Lot of shit went down when we were passing it
Far too easy guarding it
An Elefant never forgets a partizan
We put the art in it, that's not even the half of it
We make it marvellous, soon under the pioneers who fathered it
So whether I leave you carpeted like molts on your head
Or don't care, at least you know there's nothing false in there
yeh
[Chorus: Urthboy/Hau]
When I think of all the things that I could've put my heart into
The truth is, there's nuthin that I'd rather do, nah
There's nuthin that I'd rather do
When I think of all the things that I could've put my heart into
The truth is, there's nuthin that I'd rather do, nah
There's nuthin that I'd rather do
[Verse 2: Hau]
Good lord let me know when I get to this foot fork in the road
What I need is one decison, god speed
Instead of me w-w-walking a slow, exhuasted and cold
Please gimme strength to the tense to greet human strength to stand up
well there's no empty seats
Which path should I take
Both are big passions and I know I'm responsible for this kids action
Don't really need to be a walking man but I do need that helping hand
I got size and skill to follow my dreams and well being
And hear the hollowing screams as fans follow the team
But I also got that knack to work deeds
Exact then rap superb to murder tracks
And I saw where my verb was at
Now I'm here before you with my decision in a horse shoe
I say
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Muph]
Ey, go wear some pants, stands out like a sore thumb
A lighted aura, moving towards the forefronts
Seduced my focus, hopeless when it's all done
All settled options called up, we can all run
Pace of the naive and my sleeve is draped in freezing rain
half-shredded couch, I can count the doubts
but they always seem to leave the lane
Etched my name across a stone cold surface
I spect on the game, I throw rocks at the circus
First thing is many sleepless nights
When it feels like you ain't really dreaming right
Try'na balance in the centre when the Jenga might
topple in front of my eagle eyes but I legalise
Justify this addiction, this is my life and you can put it in your Discman
(Urthboy: c'mon and press play)
I wouldn't have it any other way
cos
[Chorus]

[Verse 1: Urthboy]
Oh my God you were excitement on legs
and everything you said gave me an incitement to beg
I don't claim to be no expert but I like what I've read
Was just tryn'a get your attention, not get you in bed
We'd hide in your dorm room, you were easy to talk to
You led me on a boulevard only a spider could walk through
For 36 hours thought I'd uncovered a fortune
The truth is saw nothing else but a warped view
I touched you, escort you, caught you in old hands
and you were joking of how I'd be as an old man
My pulse is racing shaking up my cold hands
Good Christian kids behaving like adults can
But it was more than that I had to ask you for your number
This could be an endless summer, thats the spell I'm under
Didn't get it even as I bid you were due
With an ache from something I couldn't pursue
[Chorus: Vocals Mia Dyson] {x3}
Oh baby, it was over before it began
Was over before it began
Was over before it was started, we parted you walked home
[Verse 2: Urthboy]
He smiled timidly and that'd been it or you'd hook me in
Telling like that awkward split second that I looked at him
He shook my hand, I shook with him
Barely hadn't even met him
I wanted to let him occupy my time settings
We sat for hours talking on the rollaway
Flirted how I only knew, laughed at how you'd look like at an older age
It was a golden day and a heart filled night to last a summer
I had to laugh it off but after you would ask my number
See we won't be going back in seperate cars
This will never last, always love you my regretful epitaph
I longed to tell him that I meant what I said
When we emptied out it all, all the stuff in our heads
And met up when we touched as well was flustered as hell
Tempted by the same reason I can't trust in myself
Yeh I bit my lip and waved goodbye, the phone rang
Oh fuck - it was my boy on the line
[Chorus: Mia Dyson] {x3}
[Instrumental break]
[Mia Dyson]
Was over before it began
Was over before it began
Was over before it was started, we parted you walked home
And walked home

Even your grandma and your grandad
Distant relatives you never knew you had, never kept tabs
To their far-fetched friends either ends of the map
Whatever goes, everybody knows that
And all the party crowd, every week they turn it out
They work their fingers to the bone, they deserve it now
And when the big tune drops hear the floor shout
When we get the call out, we all out
According to the people
The people that resemble
Disciples of the temple
We're all going to hell
We're all going to hell
We're all going to hell
We're all going to hell
We'll be joined by agnostic and atheists
And loop cuckoo cults across the Earth's radius
The brightest of the bright will be coupled with the shadiest
Workaholics condemned to pens with the laziest
The passive and the ropable, no hoper and the
Notable, forgettable and uh, the quotable
The centre of attention to barely audible
Not even any privileges for the laudable
What Ben Lee meant, with we're all in this together
On the high road to hell we're birds of a feather
Nothing can unite us like endeavours to the nether
Bureaucrats lobbying Lucifer with a letter
I swear that satan will get sick of it quick
Leavin the evilest of evil even thinking to quite
To the tune of Kenny G playin saxophone licks
Thinking hell has really gone to ish
According to the people
The people that resemble
Disciples of the temple
We're all going to hell
We're all going to hell
We're all going to hell
We're all going to hell
The Gallagher brothers are hanging with the brothers Grimm
Church choir mingling with them that never sung a hymn
The pope and all the endlessly devoted under him, fellas
That lived to the fullest to them that died wondering
And all the underlings/ up to the chief
Execs, the celibates that never had great sex
Are getting cosy with the X X X, the devil accepts all
Creatures great and small (yes he will take your call)
Booking agent, label rep and manager
Professional promoters hard to pick from amateurs
They hard to pick from anarchists who're hard to pick
From lawyers that are lining up for damages (isn't it all fabulous!)
Whatever happened to happily ever after
Obama and Bin Laden, gathering clouds darken
It's not the way it was supposed to be
“don't stand so close to me”
Everybody c'mon
All in the fold
I see a bright
Future for all
Everybody c'mon
All in the fold
I see a bright
Future for all
We're all goin to hell
We're all goin to hell
We're all goin to hell

We get around, we get around
We get around, we get around
I prowl I growl I scowl
I frown and down my brow
I pout how you like me now
Yeah we scout I pray we out
I kitted out much better than the next man
I'm the damn groom he's the best man
Cut, tailor made ready pressed and
I can help you out make you see like a desklamp
It's suitable, freeze it pause it
That's beautiful, I'm really important
Don't let the public inside of the cordon
Bodyguards do whatever you need to sort em!
Check me on a magazine cover
Ask my opinion on something or other
Umm, I say something or other
After all m'fucka gotta sing for his supper right?
Trash the room, check out, leave
At least that's the way that they'd have you believe
I'm a give you whatever dream you need
What you walk away with's not what you see
no sir, no way
I've seen your photo your photo don't look a thing like you
I've seen your photo for a second I could see right through
I rubbed my eyes swear that they must be telling me lies
But that's you in the photo and the photo don't lie
We get around, we get around
We stare you down from the walls
We get around, we get around
On your call, on your call
Index and middle do the V sign
You don't even need lines or need to read mine
We can be just like Nixon
I am not a crook how could I, I'm a christian?
V for Victory, V for Victim
T for Trust me man Ts for Tricked em
It's all down to how you depict em
Can't always pick em, win some lose some listen
We could bang heads bring a new slogan
no more known as Irwin, used to be Hogan
That's what we promote, let the quote do the work
It'll work it'll be worth the dough
Unlikely, "crikey" is just unlike me
It's not like it's in the national psyche
Who could be fake as that?
Like Phillip Ruddoch and his Amnesty badge
That's why I prowl, I growl, I scowl
I frown and down my brow
I pout, oh you like that now?
yeah we scout, but fuck that I'm out
[Chorus]
I've seen your photo your photo don't look a thing like you
I've seen your photo for a second I could see right through
I rubbed my eyes swear that they must be telling me lies
But that's you in the photo and the photo don't lie
We get around, we get around
We stare you down from the walls
We get around, we get around
On your call, on your call
We get around, we get around
We stare you down from the walls
We get around, we get around
On your call, on your call
We get around, we get around
You look up at me from the photo
We get around, lets stay around
I will remember you, I will remember you
We get around, we get around
We stare you down from the walls
We get around, we get around
On your call, on your call
We get around, we get around
We stare you down from the walls
We get around, we get around
On your call, on your call

[Verse 1]
Aeronautical activity is all grounded
No F16 jets no alarm sounded
Not even a rumour that a terrorist downed it
Without any hint of controversy around it
No police called everybody is accounted
Coverup unnecessary so no facts shrouded and,
Traffic grinds to halt leaving streets crowded and
the authorities don't know nothing about it
No little old ladies heard saying "oh my!"
People getting later but not looking to know why
It's like suddenly the signs said 'Don't Drive'
Shouldn't someone worry the economy will nosedive?
The young and ambitious stop as life goes by
Cities that never sleep caught with a closed eye
Two year olds get ignored but fail to cry
By the side of their parents as they look up to the sky
And the seas would part and they'd part for you
I'd run anywhere to join you on a path for two and I
I don't wanna contemplate what I might do
And if I lose you I'll find you, I will find you
[Chorus: Mark Pearl - 2X]
Stop the clocks I'll walk away
Cos we've got something untamed
If what's beneath falls through
Then I'll fall, but I'll fall with you
[Verse 2]
As if it never happened a computer went dead
We could fix this is what an technician would've said.
Everything froze only one thing spared
e-mail spam's like cockroach eggs
People sat in cinemas where darkness glared
And analysed the blank space like architects
Systems stopped dead not even half a step
Dogs stopped barking not cos master said
A father paused reading to his daughter in bed
While a bloke stood around looking lost in his shed
doctors watched on as their patients bled
Their patients unfazed and intrigued by the red
For a second y'all suckers stopped trying to get cred
and the West ceased pumping Islam full of led
Yeah the Goddamn world sat perched on the fence
Even analysts hadn't figured out what it meant
It's why the seas part and they part for you
I'd ask that you join me on a path for two
I don't wanna ponder as to what I might do
And if I lose you I'll find you, I will find you
[Chorus: Mark Pearl]
Stop the clocks I'll walk away
Cos we've got something untamed
If what's beneath falls through
Then I'll fall, but I'll fall with you
Darling let's let them sleep
Come and lay next to me
Before we set them free
I wanna hear your heartbeat
{*2X*}
[Verse 3]
Finally some downtime due to the deadlock
Electricity is cut back down to the bedrock
Hordes watch on as we walk by shellshocked
As if five billion waiting on a bellhop
We can whisper the things that we need to
a blanket of silence surrounds when it sweeps through
The world'll hold on whether or not it agrees to
and it'll start again but I will never leave you
[Chorus: Mark Pearl - 2X]
Darling let's let them sleep
Come and lay next to me
Before we set them free
I wanna hear your heartbeat

[Verse 1: Ozi Batla]
Somewhere in the desert is a telegraph pole
Holding up a telephone line full of copper wires
With your voice and mine and a profound silence
Trying to build a word-bridge between our islands
I'd like to hold you but like I told you it's hard
To look beyond tomorrow with this wounded heart
Like a lion tamer who got mauled by his favourite
This memory's still painful, time won't erase it
And you've been through the same shit, ain't this, strange how, life shifts
When you least expect it, Cupid beckons
And love can live or die in a second
So I'll say it now or forever wonder if, if
Would our grip have slipped or was this the real shit?
I pour some more change into the payphone
And If there's something that you gotta say, please say so
[Chorus]
The last chance, this'll be the last time
this'll ever feel like this so don't miss
The last chance, this'll be the last time
this'll ever feel like this so don't miss
[Verse 2: Urthboy]
I met her when I wasn't in a good state
Sore sight couldn't sleep right toss and turning all night
You see I've never been a ladies man so wasn't like
I whispered softly in her ear "yo baby let me take your hand"
I try to play it cool though inside I'm inanimate
Frozen up impossible to play like a real candidate
Yeah I'm an MC they all call me 'wordsmith'
But somehow the context changed and all the words miss
But who'se to say you're not my life's purpose, It's Urth
at your service, for once there's no question I'm certain
But little does it translate, until the dam breaks
I've got no rabbit in my hat yeah I'm not Mandrake
I haven't got a trick, and no pick-up line
Give me a sign and I'll repay it in kind
Multiply it a by a dozen and we can call it a day
And if you were inside my arms then this is what I would say
[Chorus]
The last chance, this will be the last time
this will ever feel like this so don't miss
The last chance, this will be the last time
this will ever feel like this so don't miss
[Verse 3: Urthboy]
I would've told you I was inspired, in awe
Enthralled captivated by the way you bring
Your self to the task, food for the starved, love
For the heart, talking deeply, still sharing laughs
And if I'm half what you are well I'm content
When I have a couple kids I hope to pass on your sense
And damn, I've seen the way that life can slip through the fingers
Death might interrupt but the love will still linger
[Ozi Batla:]
My friend said that losing love is like a death
But then love lingers long after the final breath
And these sentiments I'm thinking of in retrospect
Got me really wishing that you hadn't left us yet
And if I'd known of what you were gonna do what could I say?
A magic phrase or two which would've made you stay?
In the storm cloud of your life you were the silver lining
And in each one of our hearts your star is still shining
[Bridge: Urthboy]
Resolve it all before you sleep man
This could be your last chance (this could be your last chance)
It's water underneath the bridge man
This could be your last chance (this could be your last chance)
Because no one lives forever man
This could be your last chance (this could be your last chance)
It's either do it or regret it man
This could be your
[Chorus] {x2}
Last chance, this will be the last time
this will ever feel like this so don't miss
The last chance, this will be the last time
this will ever feel like this so don't miss

Ladies and gentlemen, The Signal
We sending it out
Can you hear me!
Aha, yeh we coming home now right
(Please come home), check it out, you with me?
You come along with Urthboy and Count Bounce now
(Please come home)
(1-2 can you hear me!)
I understand why you got up and on the fast lane
Express conga line to underline the last name
It seems we're behind and we don't wanna start late
This adrenaline is meddling with the heartrate
Some of the list well it's unticked and can't wait
Can't take to sit still and can't break
Can't shake the shit, cos through it all we
still partake in it, facing it like we haven't lost faith in it
Of course you got stakes in it, it's not a matter of you
wasting it, like black crude in Kuwaitn' it
Cat ‘o’ nine tails rat-racing it
Spend all our days in it, raising it
Cut to the paper chase and it gets cold
Gets sold like fools gold gets extolled
Your absence is felt tenfold
And if you don't know know that you're welcome home behold...
We've been through too much to not be blunt
And if I didn't give a shit I'd probably just front
That's why I'm sending out the signal
(One two can you hear me?)
I understand the need to plant seeds
The need to just leave cos life is lightspeed
Get it all together dot the 'I's and cross the Ts
I've not got the key nor philosophies like Socrates
We haven't always been the perfect fit but,
It ain't a contract either party need to rip up
Don't want no mix-up you could get a lift up
Nobody decapitated others over hiccups
You're the kind of person that you notice when they're gone
And the little hand tocks as the clock ticks on
And I miss that song that we sung so long ago
I know a little place you can dock your boat
You're not Ronnie Biggs you're really not on the run
It's like I haven't seen you since the Rabbitohs won
So welcome back whenever you come
I see your silhouette in the sun
Look I can't stand the distance
I'll give up all preconditions
All will be forgiven
and if you...please come home
Okay I said it
Look I can't stand the distance
I'll give up all preconditions
All will be forgiven
and if you...please come home
We've been through too much to not be blunt
And if I didn't give a shit I'd probably just front
That's why I'm sending out the signal
(One two can you hear me?)

Now you know that’s not Elgusto
And it’s most definitely not the Tongue
And no one mistakin’ it for Ozi Batla right?
My names Urthboy, now here we go
[Urthboy]
The crowd all watch and shouted the shot
Now we off and running we out of the blocks
You’ve already put in your lot
Unable to stop like Peter, follow the leader
Leave it all out on the line
you’ll see that faint ideas get early graves
on top of a face to save
there’s still more mistakes you’re waiting to make
[The Tongue]
you backing the bull or the matador son?
I'm backing the sword, I'm backing the pen
Its mightier than any weapon you got
Stop
Turn it up gus I'm ready rock
Not
Gonna misplace my bet now, no sweat now
Put a thousand on those elefanttraks boys to pull their best out!
[Ozi Batla]
man you got no credits left now
like a pokie addict you incorrectly adding up your takings
who got you shaking?
we take you to task and while the fun lasts
the bandwagon stays gagging for the favourite
when the underdog takes the vet to read you what your sayin'
[Chorus]
You backed the wrong one
Long shots stole ya thunder
You backed the wrong one
You had the rug pulled out from under
You backed the wrong one
You fall in, we all in
Hate to be the one to break it to you but you backed the wrong one
[Ozi Batla]
The sound of those drums make this field look like a cattle run
You wasted your time making those tallys of battles won
But that all comes to naught so hold that thought
Until your nose is past the last post
charge glasses and make it the winning toast
Who’s having the last laugh?
[Urthboy]
Well you looking at him and you wouldn’t want him to be getting ahead
so you putting one on him but who are you conning?
the one just born, From the Titanic, come up from the storm
you backed the forward, we pulled your card
built it on sand we pull it apart
forget your class forget your cast, it’s how you carry your scars
[The Tongue]
Its funny how moments are frozen in time
Vital mistakes turn to stone in your mind
They whip you across that finishing line
And theres always another whose better designed
Is it luck? Is it faith? Is it skill is it talent?
Coordination, strength and balance?
Or none of them, or the sum of them, standing on giants shoulders in humbeling......
[Chorus] {X2}