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to the mouths of a herd Had enough Bought yourself all the time in the world You could have waited Got our backs to the mouths of a herd Had enough (

[Radio talkback...] [Cheers] Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land

Mum, Dad and Denny were some amongst many who turned up to see the passing out parade at Puckapunyal Seemed every man and his mongrel watched cadets

Lost in deep cover "Dear John," said his lover's last letter Emptied a full clip to feel better Slipped a rung on Jacob's ladder Desert boot camp deserter

carrot And while you barrack for our Peter Garrett stances and out of habit parrot all the proper answers Indignant standards, chantin', signifying what's wrong and then The Herd

Do you know what you want? How to express yourself? If you feel the need to be yourself, why do you need guidance? Following some idols won't improve

I'll reap vengeance upon the weak. My desperation mirrors your future so bleak. I'll reap vengeance upon the weak. I'll gratify my action so to speak

This life of opulence has beaten all goodness right out of us. Turning men to gods, then men to despicable parasites. Nurturing indecency, incapable

He said "can't you understand that I don't have time for this today". What goes in one ear goes out the other. Everything he said rendered useless. He