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hunter (au) - jam roll lyrics

[intro]
“stand in line, once a week, and the man gets the dole
thanks, for nothing”

can’t afford much coz i’m on the dole
can’t afford much coz i’m on the dole

[verse 1]
on a perth bound train, with no valid ticket
i’m broke as a joke with no smokes, i can’t kick it
it’s my habit, i gotta have a nicotine addiction
every day’s a packet, i’m a rabbit on a mission
to get my fortnightly form in
me and all the rest of the dole bludgers swarm in on centrelink
“did you apply for any jobs?”
nah mate i stayed home and played with my kn-b
but that’s not what i really said, of course i lied
and rattled off a list of places that i never applied
coles? f-ck no, i ain’t pushin’ a trolley
i handed my resume, that’s what i told the wally
i rung up this place and they said they would call back
i didn’t even pick up the phone c-nts, i’m too slack
got outta bed about 2 o’clock
and sat on my couch and watched the idiot box
my brain’s rotten from so much pot ‘n p-ss
well thank you mr taxpayer for financing this

[verse 2]
stan, stan, he’s our man!
i stay home and watch beauty and the beast because i can
the bold and the beautiful comes on and i’m disgusted
but i sit through it coz the remote control is busted, i l-sted
after sophie lee at 4, man why isn’t she on tv anymore?
a knock at the door and it’s a couple of my mates
we all pitch in for the juice of fermented grapes
it’s great, all i do is hand in a form and sit on my couch and watch the internet p-rn
maybe just maybe, i’ll get a job one day, with the minimum hours and the maximum pay

[sample]
“under ‘special sk!lls’ you’ve got ‘poet’. how many interviews have you had?”
“none.” “but you’ve put in applications?” “yep” “but you didn’t get any interviews?” “nup”
“alright.” “i can go?” “yeah”

“every second thursday they pay the dole into my bank account
so i go down the teller machine and hope i can remember my pin number”
“is that it? poems are about flowers and sunsets and sh-t like that
ya can’t have a poem about bein’ on the dole.” “nah. right. sorry.”

[verse 3]
i lie to the government every two weeks
and hand in my form and beat a hasty retreat
because the lowest of the low hang out at the dolie
the rough c-nts out the front, they’re always tryin’ to roll me
“oi mate, ya got some coin for the train?”
bullsh-t mate, you want something for ya vein
i strain my eyes reading the yellow pages to fill out my job diary, it took me f-ckin’ ages
the stages that i go through are endless, i spend less
so let’s not pretend that this is fun
even though that it is, especially when my mates come around and get p-ssed
this is the life that i choose to lead, a job i don’t need, i’d rather smoke weed
and once a fortnight have a real good feed, am i a dole bludger, yes indeed!

[outro]
“yeah this is hunter’s phone, leave a message.”
“yeah hunter it’s opt, umm, look its 3:30 in the afternoon, this is the third message i’ve left, just wake the f-ck up.”

- hunter au lyrics

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