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[Vents]
We head banging with Hilltop, the heavy metal devil supporter
Attention deficit, definite mental disorder
Got a mental machete, Vents he be ready for slaughter
Welfare fraud, full-time benefit rorter
Bought a half-ounce, next day left with a quarter
Got a pound then I'm heading for Victorian border
Going Brendan Fevola, bi-polar berserk

[Hook] {The Specials?}
"Round and round, round we go!"
"Round and round... round and round"

[Verse 1]
Since the day I was born, I could work for a boss
Or hand in a form, or shoplift to survive til the cops swarm
Selling my days, selling my ability to work for a wage doing whatever pays

[Vents]
I can't stop till my mind's a mess
Spend the weekend trying to rest
The next week with the side effects
I'm terrified to die in the fiery depths
But more scared of life, anxiety, stress
I'm still trying to guess who you're trying to impress
Looking hard mate, haven't had your vitamins yet?

[Vents]
Yo, yo, yeah
I got the napalm jelly for your platoon
Smell the kerosene fumes and the molotovs, ready since the womb
Smoke getting heavy in the room
No joke like second-hand fits found buried in the dunes
Put me in your arm, feel the calm when it hits ya
Find me in the street making noise, Hare Krishna