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You said you’d never dog the boys
By bringing ciders to pre’s
But now you’re hanging with the missus
Even though we agreed
We’re sipping VB Tinnies and you’re nowhere to be seen
Instead you’re watching Gossip Girl, while your missus rolls her bean
We’d never dog the boys, that’s just out of the question
Not even if we had the chance to get with your ex and
We just drink VB in an inflatable pool
In the backyard of my mum’s I swear to Ponting I’m a tool
Footy shorts and thongs doesn’t matter if it’s cold
Abbott wears his speedos but he’s fucked up in the polls
Better Homes and Gardens my favourite TV show
Bunnings snags on a Sunday followed by a line of blow
Barnsey on repeat, I’m a working class man
Shannon Noll was robbed, get a haircut Sebastian
Ashes highlights on repeat in the man cave
A slab of tinnies in the esky
Let me hear you say
Yeah the Boys
A pack of Winnie Blues and a red Bic lighter
Yeah the Boys
A Gatorade bottle and a bit of garden hose
If you spend your paycheque on a bottle of champagne
For that pain in your neck
While the boys are at the game
Grab a pair of thongs and your favourite footy shorts
‘Cause the boys are coming back and now it’s time to right your wrongs
Yeah the Boys
A pack of Winnie Blues and a red Bic lighter
Yeah the Boys
A Gatorade bottle and a bit of garden hose
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If you walk into the forest where it’s always cold
You’ll come up to a clearing in a haze of weed smoke, and
If you push through it there’s a house made of stone, and
Once inside the house you’ll find a prophet that’s old
(Cause) The prophet once told me that I would be holy
If I smoked his bowl and then hold all the smoke in
So I got to smoking, something was awoken,
My chest started to tingle and my eyes started slopin’
I fell down on my knees in disbelief at what I’d seen
I started to cough and even started choking
And once my chest was clear then I started to breathe
My eyes were now open
And at once I could see
If you walk into the forest where it’s always cold
You’ll come up to a clearing in a haze of weed smoke, and
If you push through it there’s a house made of stone, and
Once inside the house you’ll find a prophet that’s old, so now
If you find the prophet he’ll look into your soul
He’ll know you like he knew you from the day you were born
He’ll put forward a riddle for you to solve
And should you pass the riddle, what wonders behold
I looked back at the prophet, he nodded and gestured onward
And so I grabbed my satchel, some food and a little water
He said from this day forward you must swear to be honest
You must swear to serve the people, serve the herb and serve the goddess (I said)
It is my duty so you know I’ll fuckin do it
I’ll get up on my horse and fuckin ride right through it
I’ll ride into the village, introduce them to the new shit
In the name of my good lady
I’ve got skills and so I’ll use em
If you walk into the forest where it’s always cold
You’ll come up to a clearing in a haze of weed smoke, and
If you push through it there’s a house made of stone, and
Once inside the house you’ll find a prophet that’s old
So if you’ve proven that you’re worthy and the riddle is solved
He’ll let you toke his bong standing twenty foot tall
And once you smoke the bowl it shall reveal it all
The man is now a dog and the floor is now gone
If you walk into the forest where it’s always cold
You’ll come up to a clearing in a haze of weed smoke, and
If you push through it there’s a house made of stone, and
Once inside the house you’ll find a prophet that’s old
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So ride into the sunset
‘Cause time cannot be trusted
If I could just do one thing
I’d fight for sacred justice
Nights grow cold and days grow hot
Supplies are scarce but hopes are not
The fight seems theirs, but I think not
So I ride towards my cunning plot
The desert is unforgiving but
I’m on a holy mission the
Land is bare to the horizon
So I stop and smoke my pipe
And in the smoke I find a vision
The riddle dog has come to visit
He looks at me and stares unblinking
And only moves to twitch his whiskers
I look at him with high suspicions
He looks off into the distance
He sniffs the air and then runs with it
So I pack my things and go run with him
So ride into the sunset
‘Cause time cannot be trusted
If I could just do one thing
I’d fight for sacred justice
So I rode my horse as fast as I could
Just staying in sight of the silly old pooch
We came to a camp and I didn’t know why
He said in the camp you’ll find sinners inside
Prosecuted for living life high
Forced to wander and live in exile
Tell them your stories and make them yours sons
Go forth to the village and tell everyone
We’ve travelled our caravans
Right through the barren lands
Haggled with witches and battled with dragons (and)
Struggled with sickness and slept without blankets (and)
Crossed icy mountains to come and proclaim
We came here to bring you this stonery doom
To share with you joints, and drink with you too
We’ll reserve a month for celebration
And be reborn a holy nation
The herb will guide us to all be greater
We’ll laugh and smile throughout the ages
A joyous occasion for men and women
We’ll end the days of prohibition
The herb will guide us to all be greater
We’ll laugh and smile throughout the ages
We’ll find ourselves in the darkest places
And be reborn a holy nation
So ride into the sunset
‘Cause time cannot be trusted
If I could just do one thing
I’d die for sacred justice
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