The Last Australian Guitar Here Lyrics

The Last Australian Guitar Here lyrics

in a tiny inner-city pub, the amps were being stacked
leads were getting
wound up, it was full of pissed anzacs
got no more gigs for tuesday nights,
said the barman to the star
we're putting pokies in the lounge and strippers
in the bar
the star, he raised his fingers and said, "fuck this fuckin
hole"
but to his faithful roadie he says, it's the death of rock and
roll

there ain't a single place that's left to play amplified
guitar
every place is serving long blacks and become a become a tapist
bar
his dirty denim jacket was gaffered and turning black
hair was
missing on his forehead but it reached right down his back
i don't blame
that barman bastard he told his roadie, "hey, fuck no"
i blame all
those faggot wankers, who are playing this techno

brothers couldn't work
it out, get fucked, they can kiss my rotten ass
work out what happened to
real music, is what i'd like to ask
everything is all machine, run with
middy and lay dash,
but all they do is go ping ping ping like a truck that's
backing back
who the fuck are the chemical brothers, that they now call the
shots
goldies the name of the light beer, elastica holds up socks
the
roadies sat there silent next to the ejaculating star
what's the fucken
point of drum and bass, if no one can play guitar?

CHORUS
aussie,
(aussie guitar)
aussie, (aussie guitar)

have you seen those fucken
clubbers, with their peroxided dreds?
dressed up in fucking adidas, like
fucking fucked fuckheads
i wouldn't drop a tab of E, if you fuckin paid me
man
i got the guts for LSD, and the only jungle i know is man
these
roadies sat still silent, but then he finally began to speak
actually star,
i maybe shoulda told you this last week
but i scored a job as DJ at the
latest techno club
i'm sick of working with a loser, see ya later
bob

well the roadie owned the PA and the roadie owned the ute,
the
roadie told star to get out or he'd bash one up his shoot
and there on that
cold freeway, star walked along alone
of course he got kicked out halfway
between emergency telephones

CHORUS
aussie
aussie, (aussie
guitar)
aussie, (aussie guitar)
aussie, (aussie guitar)
aussie,
(aussie guitar)
aussie, (what a man, what a man, what a
man)

"fuck ya's all", said star aloud in the emergency
stopping lane
to quote from that chick juliet, hey what's in her name?
a
good song's just a good song, just the same as long ago
but dressing up as
something new and suddenly you're picasso
every white bald pommy cunt,
thinks that you're so hip
read MNE from ten years ago and there's all the
same dickslip
prodigy are just the band who are getting it just this
year
rolling stones got no more cred. than fucken new idea

stars
anguish voice rolls in grief as he cryed unto the moon
in the end when all
is said and done, a tune's just a fucking tune
star played his amp far too
loud, his hearing was sorta gone
so he never heard the grinding squeal as
the truckie put the brakes on
26 road train wheels, played a tune upon his
head
"he just wondered into the traffic", the distraught driver
said
the cops had seen it all before, the ambels washed the freeway
clean
there ain't no contest when you put a man against a
machine

aussie
aussie (aussie guitar)
aussie (aussie
guitar)
aussie (what a man, what a man, what a
man)
aussie
aussie
aussie, (aussie guitar)
aussie,

aussie,
aussie, (it's a man against machine)