Home Brew feat. Esther Stephens, Matt Crawley and Tourettes Lyrics
"Listen To Us"
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(Verse 1 - Tom Scott)
'Cause this ain't no fucking joke, we fucking broke,
far from cutting coke, all we got is luck and hope,
dreams going up in smoke, one day, some way,
yeah that's what we used to say, now we black out, sniffin' white
sold the future's grey, the youth that we threw away
ain't ever coming back, our criminal record
haunting us forever like a tab.
Where I come from, minimum wage is what we run on,
no wonder why we spendin' our pay getting drunk off some cheap shit,
standing in line, for some free shit to eat with,
resorting to crime for some Weetbix, the same old story
that you heard a million times before, I bet a party doesn't even cross
your mind no more, fucking Prime Minister ain't even got the time to talk,
cuttin' off the dole, tryna justify why we're poor,
acting like we're happy working underneath your iron claw,
when you don't even need to give a reason we've been fired for.
Trying to fight the law is like, tryna fight a fireball, ask my old man,
they locked him up just for trying to score.
Fuck working in a factory 'til you're 94, course we resort to crime
when all you get from crime is court
And that's some fucked up system where justice is just some juxtaposition
between the police and the judge's decision
and even if you scream,
who the fuck is gonna listen to us?
And what they know about missing the bus?
Yeah, it's just another prisoner's dust
They keep the bread and they give us the crust,
'cause the system is sussed; there ain't no politician to trust
who's gonna listen to us
(Verse 2 - Tourettes)
John Key can suck my dick, hiding in his mansion.
While half the population flies across the Tasman,
the other half tryna act like it's not happenin'.
Thinkin' that they're rich with their hire purchase plasmas,
asking what's the matter? There's no depression in New Zealand!
Yeah, just a slow sinking feeling, had you staring at the
All Blacks cheering, distracting you from the oil spills of poor tax.
Dignity?
Can't afford that on minimum wage,
shit is insane, the rent is half of my pay!
Nobody laughing these days, though the economy's a joke.
Except for bourgeois assholes who know how how that goes,
socialism for the rich, capitalism for the poor.
Want us to live in shit, keep us struggling and bored,
if you waited and thought for one second, that we deserve better,
ain't enough pigs to protect 'em, keep everything expensive
and the wages low, get them losers at WINZ out digging some holes,
saying work'll set you free, yeah it's good for the soul, ____________
while they come and ask for your vote. Cut the funding for arts by
the National Party, blame every problem on solo mothers and dole bludgers,
the working class once again getting fisted, until we say it different
ain't no one gonna listen to us
Minimum wage just isn't enough
Tax cuts don't make a difference to us
Act like a poor, all we know is prison and drugs
Gettin' high is the only way we livin' it up
(Outro - Matt Crawley)
I've been thinking 'bout who's doing the talking, all I've been reading
about how we're sinking
I've been drinking 'bout how we're doing, all that we're missing,
and that nobody's listening
Nobody's listening x2
'Cause this ain't no fucking joke, we fucking broke,
far from cutting coke, all we got is luck and hope,
dreams going up in smoke, one day, some way,
yeah that's what we used to say, now we black out, sniffin' white
sold the future's grey, the youth that we threw away
ain't ever coming back, our criminal record
haunting us forever like a tab.
Where I come from, minimum wage is what we run on,
no wonder why we spendin' our pay getting drunk off some cheap shit,
standing in line, for some free shit to eat with,
resorting to crime for some Weetbix, the same old story
that you heard a million times before, I bet a party doesn't even cross
your mind no more, fucking Prime Minister ain't even got the time to talk,
cuttin' off the dole, tryna justify why we're poor,
acting like we're happy working underneath your iron claw,
when you don't even need to give a reason we've been fired for.
Trying to fight the law is like, tryna fight a fireball, ask my old man,
they locked him up just for trying to score.
Fuck working in a factory 'til you're 94, course we resort to crime
when all you get from crime is court
And that's some fucked up system where justice is just some juxtaposition
between the police and the judge's decision
and even if you scream,
who the fuck is gonna listen to us?
And what they know about missing the bus?
Yeah, it's just another prisoner's dust
They keep the bread and they give us the crust,
'cause the system is sussed; there ain't no politician to trust
who's gonna listen to us
(Verse 2 - Tourettes)
John Key can suck my dick, hiding in his mansion.
While half the population flies across the Tasman,
the other half tryna act like it's not happenin'.
Thinkin' that they're rich with their hire purchase plasmas,
asking what's the matter? There's no depression in New Zealand!
Yeah, just a slow sinking feeling, had you staring at the
All Blacks cheering, distracting you from the oil spills of poor tax.
Dignity?
Can't afford that on minimum wage,
shit is insane, the rent is half of my pay!
Nobody laughing these days, though the economy's a joke.
Except for bourgeois assholes who know how how that goes,
socialism for the rich, capitalism for the poor.
Want us to live in shit, keep us struggling and bored,
if you waited and thought for one second, that we deserve better,
ain't enough pigs to protect 'em, keep everything expensive
and the wages low, get them losers at WINZ out digging some holes,
saying work'll set you free, yeah it's good for the soul, ____________
while they come and ask for your vote. Cut the funding for arts by
the National Party, blame every problem on solo mothers and dole bludgers,
the working class once again getting fisted, until we say it different
ain't no one gonna listen to us
Minimum wage just isn't enough
Tax cuts don't make a difference to us
Act like a poor, all we know is prison and drugs
Gettin' high is the only way we livin' it up
(Outro - Matt Crawley)
I've been thinking 'bout who's doing the talking, all I've been reading
about how we're sinking
I've been drinking 'bout how we're doing, all that we're missing,
and that nobody's listening
Nobody's listening x2