There Used To Be a Town
(c) 1995
Well, there used to be a town here
Where there used to be a life
But the train doesn't stop here anymore
'Cause they closed down the factories
And they closed down the mines
And they headed down to South America
And underneath a blazing sun
Labour women and their children, one by one
While the men lay idle
'Cause you have to pay them more
What we don't allow here we'll do on other shores
Well, there used to be a main street
Where there used to be a store
Where my daddy used to work when I was young
But it won't be sellin' TVs
No one buys 'em anymore
'Cause their wages went to Indonesia
And in the Kalimantan sun
Stand the people who are poisoned, one by one
In the villages and rivers
And the land they're strippin' bare
What we wouldn't want here we'll dump it over there
Well, there used to be a house here
Where there used to be a yard
Where I used to go out playin' with my friends
But they sacked it for the timber
No one wants it anymore
'Cause it couldn't go to South America
And under the Chilean sun
Lie the graves of those they murdered one by one
Those who died while they were fighting
'Cause they wanted somethin' more
From the companies come to South America
Those who died while they were fighting
'Cause they wanted somethin' more
From the companies come to South America
Labour women and their children, one by one
While the men lay idle
'Cause you have to pay them more
What we don't allow here we'll do on other shores
Where there used to be a store
Where my daddy used to work when I was young
But it won't be sellin' TVs
No one buys 'em anymore
'Cause their wages went to Indonesia
Stand the people who are poisoned, one by one
In the villages and rivers
And the land they're strippin' bare
What we wouldn't want here we'll dump it over there
Where there used to be a yard
Where I used to go out playin' with my friends
But they sacked it for the timber
No one wants it anymore
'Cause it couldn't go to South America
Lie the graves of those they murdered one by one
Those who died while they were fighting
'Cause they wanted somethin' more
From the companies come to South America
Those who died while they were fighting
'Cause they wanted somethin' more
From the companies come to South America
Icky smelly people
(c) 2002
Icky smelly people
Had better be nice
If they want soup and sympathy
Instead of eating lice
We’ve got jobs and families
We don’t have to care
We could be a bunch of assholes
Pushing grannies down the stairs
We hear you shout in anger
With broken glass in hand
You’re not the sort of people
That we want to understand
That guy with all the money
He got from Mom and Dad
We think he needs another chance
He isn’t really bad
Icky, smelly people
Have got to make us cry
They’d better not be tough or weird
Or make us want to die
But if we get all starry-eyed
Over what they do
We’ll want to feed them nuts and bread
Like monkeys in the zoo
So icky smelly people
Might soften us for real
Like Rwandans or Somalis
With a brief but strong appeal
Just don’t go in our neighbourhoods
And knock us on the head
Because then we’ll want to kill you
Although you’re already dead
When I walked upon the
water
