up it's lookin' like My losin' streak is done My losin' streak is done I said, "My losin' streak is done" Did you hear me? I said, "My losin' streak
'd swear Is it a mean streak to a certain degree? They come whistling down the crookedest street A mean streak in the ghost state Between the certain and the hesitating A mean streak
shoes Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do Cold as the concrete, tough as a back street Like a frat boy at hell week, baby, you got a mean streak
spent my pay Now I'm on a downward slide Oh I'm on a losing streak Down a paddle I'm up the creek Mercy be, I'm on a losing streak The city don't place
combs was a silly craze We got a new one And it's called Streaking the old Australian Way Streaking We're bringing back the age Streaking The old Australian Way Streaking
that, look at that There he goes, look at that, look at that And he ain't wearin' no clothes Oh, yes, they call him the Streak Look at that, look at
What the fuck, the fuck have I become I've become the product of the sum Caught in this endless circle I've become the stupidest man in the world Chalk
Something's not right Urban sprawl from urban blight Something's not right When history turns into a building site Locked out Fenced up Closed down without
Something's out there and it takes me away From a world too small to stay Somethins our there Another day in this place so small I'd rather be somebody
There was a time when I could say it right to you that I was never going to leave this place but now its "I was wrong" and "I don't wanna fucking talk
Friday night on coke with a crow bar, left at two in the back of Doug's car, without a plan and being fucked up, looking' to get something for ourselves
Dopeman's got another big plan To sell it to you or anyone he can Because this is much better than minimum wage And no matter how things they can Because
Unless you could see inside my head You couldn't possible understand I'm happier when things are falling apart At the seams and you never know just by
It seems I can't explain it all All the reasons gone And I just can't seem to shake what I've always been brought up on And well, it's hard to say and
If I had a scheme for everything It seems that I'd be more content with it all If I had it in me to stop my random thoughts And dumb dreams I could deal
Happyman smiles almost every single day Too numb to notice that he's walking in a haze He's pushed himself here and doesn't know what to do Choked by
Which will it be? Sympathy or apathy? Which part of the human condition will I believe? Tried then it's tested I've just decided... Tried and its tested
I know you'll be around short sighted and undecided and you'll know where I'll be found Just another day of smoking cigarettes apathetic, and just plain