Details

• Released: April 2008
• Running Time: 48 minutes
• Catalogue #: PITH005

With the music written in the 3 years leading up to the release, production took place in the year starting March 07.
Pre-production by Will on his home PC, March - June 07
Recorded in studio A at Salt Studios, Melbourne, Australia from June 07 to January 08.
Recorded, engineered and mixed by the unstoppable Sam Lowe.
Mastering at Crystal Mastering, March 2008.
Produced by Will Dayble.
All piano, sound effects, extra instruments and synth by Will Dayble.

Downloads

• Invincible mp3 (right click + save as)
• Rock Stars mp3 (right click + save as)

Trivia

• Erica Dunn was vocally and emotionally invaluable on tracks 6, 11 and 12. (We’re still really sorry.)
• Alex Scott-Douglas busted out rather amazingly hard on tracks 2, 6, 12.
• Sam Lowe contributed his lungs to tracks 2 and 12, then clapped the fuck out of track 4.
• Sample at the end of track 6 taken from Music 2 Fuck Two Slutz To by Phemonenom.
• Lyrical contributions and concept Buff Roller by the unimaginably cool Davd Lees.
• Booklet photography contributed by Oscar Francis and Gibbon Donnegan. Art by Will Dayble and all those amazing cartoons by Oliver Cointreas

Lyrics

1. Buff Roller

Buff Roller was a junkyard soldier, kickin ass and takin names
Murder is in the street
Up it and in it and rubbing against it and abseiling up it and pitching a tent WOAH Damn right it’s Buff Roller just like I told ya, fighting crime and writing rhymes Rubbish tells everything
Sk8ers and players and bitches and ravers and killers and haturs all up on my dick. Keep it together boys, gimme something to ride on …
Backwards, searching rubbish bags for secrets. Vast love of the truth. Vigilante in a hi-vis tradey workman’s suit
With murder my art form I’ll take to the streets
Crushing bodies I roll into town Well they’re full of cunts anyway.
Fucking breasts and shits, flying at my face
I’m gonna walk right up to congress
and put my dick on The Agenda
So long old town, I’ll miss this place and all the emptiness of open space. So long cold town, I’ll miss your face and all the emptiness, so take me home. Please, I’ll be back here again. Hold my name
Shatter the locks, break out the lights
Open with shots, ignite the fires
WOAH! Woah, calm down Woah! Killa. Hata. Eata. WOAH!
Faster, we’re gonna take them all. Asshole! Smile, child =)

2. Invincible

Hey, gotta get all over it, gotta get all under it, gotta get a sample of it over to the lab. No you cannot take me, you cannot take me, you cannot, so get off the road. Shoulda got an autograph, gotta get a photograph, gotta get a shot before it burns to the ground. I am the unaccountable, insurmountable pillar of killer style.

This time we ride for war and we’ll take you down. This time it’s one for all and we’ll tear it all down.

Gotta get a wiggle on, did you bring your grog along? Bet ya didn’t know that we were gunna do it now. No you cannot have me, you cannot have me, you cannot, so get off the ride. Up and down the palisade, gotta make a barricade, gotta keep a weapon in a bucket by the door. I remain apolitical, hypocritical, ready and willing to die.

Oh can you smell that smoke my love? Do you feel it now? Can you feel that wind my love?

And now, we dance. Try not to, try not to, try not to think too hard.
It’s too hard not to, hard not to, hard not to think like:

I am the unpredictable, inspirational master of the road, I am the inconcievable, irresistible master of love.
And so, we dance.
The time we have taken for ourselves is the only chance we have to build our monument.

For I wear this inadequacy as a badge of honour that I have not yet grown old, I have not yet grown tired and grey. For the skies will burn and the freak shall inherit the earth. And we will scream it until we have forgotten the reason why.

FIGHT.

3. Rock Stars

And we were rockstars and we were kickin it, we all drive the fast cars, don’t take take no bullshit.
Yeah we were rockstars, so can ya feel it? Yeah when the rock starts, you know who started it.

He was a rockstar and he was fashion. He had more money than Christ had passion and he did more dancing, yeah.

And we were rockstars, so back the fuck away. 10,000 groupies who like to suck all day.
Yeah we were rockstars, you want a autograph? Just pull your shirt down or you can kiss my arse.

Now I’m in makeup, no time for the interview. Got a date with Rolling Stone magazine, ain’t got no curfew.

Yeah we were rockstars, been there and done all that. We stopped the poverty, coz we weren’t down with that.

Yeah we were rockstars, the rich and famous, we fly in coach just to look at your faces. Nothing can change us. Yeah. Famous.

4. Happy Pants

Oh I am so happy when I walk down the street everyone I meet says “Why are you so happy?”. I tell them it’s because of happy pants, happy pants will make you happy.

You’ve got to wear pants, alooe looe!

Cheap whore’s hors d’oeuvres cover our copied manuscript, hips pop crack and flex, the in-crowds clever cadaver’s got no gag reflex. I site rule 34 on authenticity and I need not pants to have credibility.

You forgot to wear pants.

5. Pillowfight

Ride the fair again. This wheel spins me around, this is the down town faction, the back alley action. Beep beep (holler holler) beep beep (holler holler) baby.

Happy Days: they went away but it’s okay hey!

I see your eyes, they shine like pools of blood. They smell divine, you’re mine. I am the best pillowfighter here.

Dive right in again, the unmistakable, recreational fun. Happy, happy funtime, run away, it’s ridiculous, sticky-dick-ulous fun.

Happy Days: they went away but it’s okay. I see your eyes, they shine like pools of blood, They smell divine, you’re mine, now take your pillow and get fucked.

We bump and grind, and the smell… it’s all I have. So mind your make up, you smell. I’ll be the best fuck you’ve ever had

6. Number One

I like to go go go, ya eva seen me go go go? Like rodeo on a microphone baby
I like to kill kill kill, ya eva seen me kill kill kill? Like poppin pills yeah, never standing still oh yeah

Oh baby do that thing you do, do it for me yeah

I like to jump jump jump, do you like to jump jump jump? Jump jump, jump jump, jump jump, jump jump
I like my hip hop hat, do you like my hip hop hat? Why yes I do sir and baby I like you sir

Oh baby do that thing you do, do it for me yeah, ’cause I know where you live

I’m a raver I’m a junkie I’m a gangsta yeah yeah (anguish, apocalyptic)
I’m a muscle, I’m a jockey, I’m a dancer yeah yeah (satisfied, customary)
Baby if I rock you out to much, you know that that ain’t fair (shorthand, cursive)
‘Cause everytime I look into your eyes it makes me wanna stare (shocking, pursuasive)

Smashing box and punching crotches and looking out for number one

Alright alright alright alright alright-right-right
This is the beginning of the end children, the revolution has begun, get your back against the wall

8. The Pre Spit Statement

Hey! Whatever you say
Whaddaya wanna be? What do ya wanna be dickhead?
Nice roll of the dice, have you got lice?
What’s it to be? What is it to be?
Woah! Pre Spit Statement
Stop sign ahead Why are you telling me? Cunt?
I don’t have to think anymore, ’cause I’m a fucking idiot
I believe that everyone should wait for you to take a poo

Victims Of A Drunken Slurring

This is a tribute to the sluts and the cockroaches that swarm and unite thoughtlessly. Night after night persisting, puss sucking vermin. Dry your eyes, wipe your mouth, look at me

Slow down, pass out. A new ability to assault
We’re all eyes, you are liars

We are anonymous
We are legion
We are autonomous You are one of us
We are Gods

Ladies and gents take off your pants, raise your glasses, final toast to our inhibitions. Once in my life I’d like to play host to party with the premise of defecation

Slow down, pass out. Lose virginity to assault. We’re all eyes. Stand tall in front of us
We are anonymous, we are legion
We are autonomous, we are legion
Stand tall in front of us
We are Gods

Hold her down
Lie still. Be prepared
Stop faking

Can you hold time as we fall through air. Stop it, stop it. She’s not faking it, wake up, please.

Be prepared. It’s time now, we all fall down. Time now to stop it all, wake up. Promise me that you can hold time still as we fall through air. Just look and at me and wake up, fucking wake up. I pray for apocalypse. Oh God. She’s not faking it.

I hate all of you. I’ll take down all of you with me. I hate every one of you and I’ll take you all down with me. Every filthy last one of you. You ever gentle Gods, tempt us again…

Bad Shag

Peenie peenie, peenie peenie, peenie peenie, gotta get a little bit of watch her, watch her, watch out for the gap or you will fall right and break your head and then you will be left for dead and fucked. Oh yeah baby.

Can you feel it?
I am like a god.

Tea and Syphilis

Grab your friends and grab your tea set, grab your balls and get ready for a party.
Hocus pocus, mucous poke us, poke and prod it, it’s party party time.

C’mon party girls! Shake your chankre, shake your chankre
C’mon party girls! Shake it, shake it, shake it
C’mon party girls! Touch my membrane, touch my membrane
We’re chillin with penicillin, baby

Ken and Barbie were getting friendly, and the best of friends share everything (getting friendly on the banana lounge).
Bust a move, bust an ulcer. Get up throw down, go down, lose your hair.

Ruck and rover ho, you gotta flip me over baby
Ruck rover ho, you gotta slip it into your baby, yaow.

Check it out dad, I’m losing weight like a page 3 model and oh, it’s not so bad, I feel faint, I think I’m in trouble.

‘Cause I’m a business man, with a business plan and when I’m on the can I do my business man.

The Wife (Naked And Grateful)

No, thank you. Why must you leave all the washing mouldy in the machine like that?

My wife and I yeah we like to go hunting, throw back a fish and let songbirds fly (fill the trailer up!).
My wife and I yeah we like to vacation, pitch up a tent and watch stars go by. ISN’T IT LOVELY?!
My wife and I yeah we like to go dancing Exactly who are you looking at?!
Leave home the kids and let loose all night. Lovey dovey lovey dovey
My wife and I yeah we like the romancing. You came here to be with ME!
I’ll navigate it while you drive.

Help me embrace disaster.

I swear I’ll be your man, if you pretend you love me too
Truly, I don’t mind that you stay up late to drink while I sleep around on you
Oh, now she says we’re not happy I’M HAPPY! Exactly what is that meant to mean? Bitch? BASTARD!
Three years of fighting and one miscarriage and this is the thanks I get?
Get a mop and bucket to wipe the slate clean, FATTY

I like to wipe my dick on the curtains, just ’cause I know it makes her mad
Sometimes she likes when I get angry. Sometimes she likes to call me ‘Dad’
So my wife and I we found us new friends, ’cause what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine (thankyou thankyou thankyou thankyou)
Some tea and cake and light conversation, a roundhouse arsefuck to pass the time

Pervert! Pervert?! Oh yeah!

Guide me to greener pastures. Hold me ever after

I like to slap around, and to get slapped around, tie up a rope and let me swing for hours
I like to fuck around, to pull the anchor out, from side to side just let me swing for hours
Swing for me.
I’ll play the angry guy, don’t ask for reasons why
Swing for me.
Feels like the anchors out, I like to think about the look on your face as he eats you out
Help me embrace disaster, hold me forever after

Takin Off My Belt

You sit above me and look down
I should’ve made you eat your crown.

You’re having fun now you all
I’m gonna kill you asshole
I’d like to see you with no teeth

And I’m tryin to be the stepdad that you needed
And I’m tryin to be another man who cares
Who cares? Who cares? Your dad, he’s dead, and I’m glad
I wish you were the son I never had

Keep draggin feet along the ground
Come here and hep me axe this down

I need attention! show me affection!
Why don’t yo momma she gotta give me sex
And I’m tired of being the one you call your daddy
And I’m tired of being the shitkicker you stand
It’s sad, but true, big man, boo hoo
So tonight my belt comes off for you

So I get drunk and I fall down

Punch Buggy Red

Get down, slam town, spinny winner
Gash bash, a toilet bowl pow wow
You’re such an arsehole
Futile, purile, can I get a big one
To nail down my foreskin?
Stop all the nonsense
Just push the button and fade away

And the constant
Thump thump, thump, thump
Six billion morons rutting. Filth. Bile

All of the big men
I want to see you all burn
All pink and worthless
You’re going to take us all down with you
You mindless piss stain arsehole

And you what? You what? What?
How dare you question me?
How dare you question my sanity?

This is it, this is the end
I have never, ever been so happy as I am now
It was such a dreadful mistake
I am so very proud of you all
Finally, fire and brimstone, cleanse and boil
We’ll swim, you all know how to swim right?
It’s a cancer, I can see it weeping from your pores
Oh god, it was going to be amazing. Cancer
What the hell happened? You all have cancer
How could you let it go so far? Cancer
It wasn’t meant to end like this
You all have cancer
All together now, we burn
Hold hands together now and burn

9. My Peenie

My peenie
And your peenie
Are touching
It gets me thinking
About stuff
Fight me!
Dad?
Fight me!
Dad!!
Fight me!
Dad?!
We play catch in the backyard and he tells me I’m a winner
Then he throws too hard and I drop the ball and he tells me to stop crying

That’s all I have to say

9. Our Little Secret

He knows that she is only 16
But he cant ignore them all
Holy fuck look at what that one’s wearing!
No, he cant ignore them all

Try not to notice my erection
It just makes things worse
She knows that pockets don’t sit like that
Try to control your affection
It just makes things worse
Frankly twice her age is sickening

I told them
That if a client says their going to kill themself
To run screaming from the room
And I told them
That if a client runs screaming from the room
To run, go kill yourself

Make the most of my image
Use it, make her want me
Drive around behind schoolyards
Leering, looking sexy

Upskirt bitch, wont you fuck me?
Squeeze me, you adore me

Wait under the stage for me
Screaming, wilting groupie

Make the most of my penis
Use it, creamy streamers*

I will ride on you, tonight you’re mine