The Injection Sessions

by Needledick

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released August 5, 2017

Jasper O'Keefe - Vox/Sex Noises

Liam Norris - Bass/Smiles

Duncan Stuart - Guitar/Hatred

Reece Gittins - Drums/Rim Tricks

Recorded in a shed by Joel Cabban
Artwork by Alice Worley

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Track Name: Son Of Sam
I call myself the Son of Sam
Them little piggies can’t put their cuffs on me
They always say I look normal
But they really mean I’m boring, they don’t see me.
I do kinda hope they’ll put me away
I hear even Charlie has admirers, distant lovers.

At least my manifesto will make sense
Unlike you and your two fucking cents
I take orders from the neighbours dog
But it’s you that has no horse to flog
I just fuck with guns, you murder love
I just fuck with guns, you murder love

Those conservative boys have a tired point of view
What daddy does, sonny will do too
They live their lives, don’t fuck with rules
But I am Sam and daddy says to kill, to hurt them all
Son you’ve lost, give up the game
Take some with you and sign my fucking name
Track Name: Old Daz
Old Daz come home, turn on the TV
'Muzzies' at it again, that’s all he sees
He’s real angry about halal and haram
He wants Pauline to take back our land

Take back, take back
Take back our country
He wants to take back, take back
Our boundless bloody plains

We’ve got nothing to share, so fuck off cunts
The misso told him it’s Spaghetti O’s for lunch
The thing about Spaghetti O’s that makes ‘em fuckin’ sick
Is when you think you're done there’s always more in the tin!

Take back, take back
Take back our country
He wants to take back, take back
Our boundless bloodied plains to share

Old Daz came home, turned on the TV
Deal or No Deal again, the Australian dream
Turned to Seven news and what’d he see
"Muzzies again, help me Pauline!"

Take back our boundless bloodied plains to share
Track Name: Chip Shop Grub
Here they come
Here they come
They’re fucking rotten
Just ask me mum

Look I don’t want to do this
But I feel I have to
Everyone’s thinking it
But nobody's saying it
So I will!

Fish and chips!… Okay!
Corn dogs!… Okay!
Potato scallops!… Okay!
Kransky!… Okay!
Chico roll!… Okay!
Spring roll!… Okay!
Dim sums!… Okay

But a fucking halal snackpack?!… Get fucked!
Track Name: Coward Punch
Hey man you spilt my drink
Hey man your friend talks shit
Hey man you stole my girl
Hey man you’re getting hit

Mum I’m going
Out tonight
I’m not coming
Home tonight

Hey man your friend looks gay
Hey man just use your brain
Hey man you hit my girl
Hey man don’t act insane

Mum I’m going
Out tonight
I’m not coming
Home tonight

Well son,
Do you feel like a man now?
Is this what you wanted?
Isn’t this what you always wanted?
To be a man?
And not a coward?
You fucking coward!
Track Name: Slug Slick
Welled up
Pull out, pull out
And bore through
Lather and gather
Accretion of the matter
Oil slick and slathered

Drill, drill through
Burst, burst, and kill
The slugs come out

Slug Slick
Slug Slick
Track Name: Bambi The Deer
Bambi the deer
Daddy is here
My big, big antlers will
Bring you to tears

I shot your mum
With my big fat gun
I shot your mum
With my big disgusting gun

Who taught you to run son?
Who taught you to run?
Track Name: Summer Of Violence
I got my first real M16
And a craving for mince meat
So fucking sick of split screen
It was the summer of ’16

The gun in my hand gives me the loudest voice
Better run when I see red and hear white noise

My religion is my armour
No one wants to die for nada
These mean streets, they raised a martyr
I paint them red for my Father

Don’t put up my hand when I’ve got something to say
I’m a real angry feller so get out of my way, ay

He’s a chooser not a beggar
See your homies down in heaven
Try wait out the stormy weather
That summer seemed to last forever

The gun in my hand gives me the loudest voice
Better run when I see red and hear white noise

Summer of violence
Summer of violence