there it us again at the threshold how these cats know my name there at my door rappin and they'll be there again thats how aussie rhymes go good times mornings over, then wheres my mates mornings still here the door knocks and its getting too late atleast some bring flour.. and matches to spare but i swear theres a few more and you know nobody cares how empty handed you come as long as you leave that way . and know the couch is for sleep and you leave when you wake unless you got no where but don't think its wise to stay after second breakfast i dont sympathise.. unless you were planning a bitr down the street and everyone already there gets to eat. but damn thank god your now out of my grottoed here burrough.. and know i need time to feel good for tomorrow. but i could forgive you if you ever bpught cake and know when i left stirring work my bed you would make and maybe wash dishes i dont really mind if you leave them drying better than rinsed and stacked on the sly friends sabotage like enemies you already know so its a different kind if song at this aussie rap show.. get out my house dude, before you are lost like the otherz before that got drawn on the cross if 24/7 partying hard or mourning the loss if your favourite bard whos been waiting hours to spit but you wont settle down.. but sound off if the party just aint going down in the system we ignore as we rattle around between good times and grieving and swallowing down liquor that joins us as whole bands of clowns and sweet mary jane no theres no need to fight. knock ourselves out ild fasioned have you got a light? so they keep on rapping i keep answer my door cos i cant party all night but I know we dont need less than more. Burn out off my house, dont forget- 'for the road' never settle here down take a quick look around and gooooo x2