Mischief - The Herd

And the mischief we make

Feign memory when we wake Woaoh!

She’s a hell of a temptress

No regrets yet, we intend to get reckless

«Look, most of us are on the dole

We can’t even afford, mate, to pay for bands

There’s good bands in there, you know?»

Just jumped offstage, half dazed, half hyped

Late Saturday night, let’s not be here for the ugly lights

Something might be bumpin' down at the local jive

I’m open to it man, as long as I can socialise

With some exotic types, let’s spit this drunken lingo

I got more penny pinchin' than a session at Kinko’s

I’m kinda skint though, where’s the cab splitters?

Grab the last of the rider to bribe the fence sitters

Stepsisters as it turns out, lecherous things

The kinda late night venue exodus brings

She wear a g-string well, like an inch above her belt

And if the lights are on at home, man, you really couldn’t tell

And she fell down shouting, friends all pouting

'cause the bartender cut them off at ten (but who’s counting?)

Yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here

Yeah, it’s time to bail

And so I’m flailing for a cab seven cats and Dale’s base amp

Can you fit five, and two in the boot?

It’s not far (come on son, fuckin' get in the car)

'cause a fight had just erupted over Fords and Holdens

Get pissed, punch on, take it back to what’s golden

Wallet and the phone, keys, check, yeah, got 'em

Shirt still sweaty and wet, but no problem

The taxi almost hit a punter as we run the red

Overdrunk, underfed, ready for anything

And the mischief we make

Feign memory when we wake Woaoh!

She’s a hell of a temptress

No regrets yet, we intend to get reckless

And the mischief we make

Feign memory when we wake Woaoh!

She’s a hell of a temptress

No regrets yet, we intend to get reckless

«I'm really digging this ??

I’m really into it!

You like the sound of ??»

So what you reckon fellas, after-party at the warehouse

Yeah, nah, fuck that, what was it called?

You know the joint we were supposed to have our names on the door

My guts are spinning', progcrumb, it’ll be chockers for sure!

That’s bullshit!

Man, what you knockin' it for?

Nah, cuz, I can’t wait to see you rockin' the floor

A little shockin' and awe, kitty cat to get your paws on

The clientele here are bound to drop your drawers for sure, son

Watch the bartender as he carefully pours

1, 2, 3, hey, next round’s on me

4, 5, 6, 7, hey, hang on, cunts!

(But I saw you on the Hottest 100 once!)

Woaoh!

the dizzying heights of fame

And though we met, and you said it before, I’ve forgot your name

It really doesn’t matter, maggots look the same when it’s late

And, yo, I’m gonna take these mackin knees and give 'em a shake

And so I move across the room like an octopus

A spectacle of chaos, checking out the view through the binoculars

Opposite the bar side door, trying to sneak in

Some trashed cunts we lost at the start of the weekend.

(game over dude! That’s it, Goose, you’re out!)

(Ha ha, «goose»)

And the mischief we make

Feign memory when we wake Woaoh!

She’s a hell of a temptress

No regrets yet, we intend to get reckless

And the mischief we make

Feign memory when we wake Woaoh!

She’s a hell of a temptress

No regrets yet, we intend to get reckless

«So, do you like to do stuff and stuff?

You know, I like to do to do stuff.»

«Uhh, I guess, I don’t know, I like some stuff, you know, um, shit I don’t know»

Degenerated into a free-for-all, sleazes ball

The people all writhing, dudes in leather tights high-fiving

Making requests, DJ, behind the decks, man he’s shaking his head

He says, «you're breaking my balls.»

Baby, fuck your Nutbush!

Took a wild swing at him, it didn’t do much good

And you can bash the DJ while we’re smashing it

The bouncer said, «You pissed kid?», I said, «Nah, I’m passionate!»

But the dregs didn’t notice, they were deep in conversation

Trying all their best lines, for a night’s accommodation

And when the house lights come on, it’s just me and you

And maybe a friend, and maybe this is not the end

And still I’m making a dent, in a kick-kick-en kebab

The best late night minced meat you ever had

«Um, yeah, nah, nah dude, I gotta go, there’s my ride!»

«Everyone else seems to be having a good time»

And the mischief we make

Feign memory when we wake Woaoh!

She’s a hell of a temptress

No regrets yet, we intend to get reckless

And the mischief we make

Feign memory when we wake Woaoh!

She’s a hell of a temptress

No regrets yet, we intend to get reckless

«…a hell of a princess

Hahaha!

The princess, is gonna break his arms in a temptress?»