I've put my loser's shoes and went to Trash-can city There was dirt all around Tons of garbage on the ground And I could hardly admit That was once a pleasant town A sick light was shining down on Trash-can city I stood here all alone I couldn't hear a sound Everybody was dead in Trash-can city Nobody wants to work these days 'Cause everybody is under-paid This country is going down the drain Because of our new president's plan The government got us down We're like those trash-cans on the ground This country is going down the drain And this nuclear joke Put us all in shame In shame We'll have a nice Christmas in Trash-can city With an eye on the door And we'll be praying for The day we could move out from Trash-can city

Ain't that something what you do with your time To occupy all those empty days All your dreams are gone They left you broken in a sullen haze And you're looking for someone to blame But you just put yourself to shame And you're good for nothing From Sunday to Sunday Yeah you're good for nothing From Monday to Sunday When will it end? Now where's the jerk who advised you to go with your misery In this lonesome town No one cares for you, they just answer to your fears With an angry frown And you're looking for someone to blame But you just put yourself to shame And you're good for nothing From Monday to Sunday Yeah you're good for nothing From Monday to Sunday How will it end? Now you'll spend the day searching for the man Who told you he could find you a third-hand gig to play You won't find him yet So you'll come back home with a new collection Of bitter words to say And you're looking for someone to blame But you just put yourself to shame And you're good for nothing From Monday to Sunday Yes you're good for nothing From Monday to Sunday How will it end?

(Scratch.... Scratch......) ---- Allo? HELLO? Hi! Steven? Oh, it's John.... Sorry! Oh.... How are you John? Yeah, yeah, fine, thanks... Ha.... Ha.... Is Steven in here, please? Oh... He's at home... Yeah, yeah... Ha.... He's reading books today.... I see, yeah... No one can disturb him... So... ha.... I dunno... Ha.... Yeah... OK... I'll call you back, sure... OK.... No problem... Bye bye, John... From the Newtown streets to Circular Quay Ha... That's where I dragged my shoes today And even smoking pot for two hours with Steven Kilbey Can't be enough to make me stay And that expensive backpacker is getting dirtier and dirtier Day by day Now is that all I can do In wondeful Sydney --- Allo? Allo, Steven? No... Ha.... John? Ha, no... Russell! Ha, how are you? Yeah, yeah, fine... Ha.... Yeah... Yeah. Do you know if Steven got the message I left ...yesterday.... Oh yeah, I see... Sure... Ha... He doesn't need an electric guitar player for the Re=Fomation prpject... Ha, that's too bad... OK, OK... I thought I could come to the studio, you know... For a short visit... Ha.... While I'm still in Australia.... And, huh... No, you can't. You're very busy... Very busy, yeah, yeah, yeah... I understand, yeah, sure.... No problem. OK, bye bye, Russell.... Bye bye... From Harbour Bridge Yeah To Circular Quay Let's go for a dead day today And even that girl from Switzerland Won't be enough to make me stay Now it's no sleep at night Collecting dust all day Ha, that's too much a price to pay Won't someone show me What to do In beautiful Sydney --- Allo? Allo, John? No? Steven! Steven! Yeah! How are you? Not that bad? So... Yeah... Mmmmmm.... Yeah... I.... I thought.... Can I come to see you today? You know? Because you told me yesterday it would be p.... Yeah, no, you can't... You're, you're going to Sweden... Mmm-mmm... Yeah... I.... Thanks! Yeah, sure! I can call you at home when... Mmm... Yeah, yeah, when you'll be back... Two or three weeks... So what... Hey? NO. I've got to go back to France, you know.... Yeah, no more money left.... And.... Ha....Oh yeah, sure... Ha... Ha, have a good holiday, Steven... Yeah, yeah, sure... I'll call you back... Oh, I'll call you back, now.... OK, man... Bye bye.... Bye bye, Steven...

When the big fat charlatan ordered us to jump There we jumped, and we jumped Yeah, we jumped and we jumped We didn't know exactly how to jump But we jumped When the big fat charlatan ordered us to go We did go, we did go We did go, we did go We didn't know exactly where to go But we'd go When the big fat charlatan looked into her dusty crystal ball What she saw was a man Who couldn't help but crawl Crawling out or crawling back in She wasn't quite certain But we could imagine Oh what a funny dream Those were the days Miracles were passing us by Those were the days And only destiny would decide If it was real life Or plain suicide But when the big fat charlatan was talking about God Well, we laughed And we laughed Yeah, we laughed And we laughed We didn't know exactly why we laughed But we laughed

Broke and lost in this Spanish shithole With creepy-crawlies on the floor The agua surely comes straight from the sewer And the bocadillos have all past the age of old Everyone is trying hard to take all your money Policemen stroll with guns in their hands Two blocks away a lunatic killed his honey For a drug affair he couldn't comprehend And I say: Oh Nilo Why did you invite me here so kindly Oh Nilo Now everything rhymes with poverty Do you think the bass player will arrive to play Do you think the soundchecker will be OK Ha, did you pack all your stuff at the back of the car Oh and, by the way, don't forget the cymbals Or we won't get very far Oh Nilo You're really as stupid as a drumstick Oh Nilo You're a good bloke but you're so unable to think Ha.... It wasn't a great idea, really To go at this Cujon Festival to play The weather was freezing cold, the P.A. broke down and we didn't get paid When we climbed on stage at three in the morning We were so bloody tired we couldn't play a thing But they thought we were fantastic Or should I say exotic Oh Nilo I respect your lifestyle Oh but it's not mine Oh Nilo Now I'd like to leave here If you don't mind

Can you see me I can't see myself Can you hear me I can hardly hear myself And I don't wanna be A faded memory All I want is to be Me I remember walking home With my Father from the station Hand in hand and all alone In silent frustration And the words he said to me Just drifted away in the winds Like his memory Like the photographs in my Father's house I don't wanna be A faded skin I don't wanna fade out I wanna fade in I wanna fade in Oh can you see me I can't hear myself Can you hear me I can hardly hear myself An don't wanna be A faded memory All I want Is to be Me I don't wanna be A faded skin I don't wanna fade out I wanna fade in I wanna fade in

We went through a lot of hard times In the last couple of years You and me Ha, but now the nightmare is over We're safe and sound this summer Or so it seems To you and me And I thought we should watch a good old Woody Allen movie Or is it a Charlie Chaplin one that you want to see Ha, yeah, this house is really clean Or so it seems To you and me And of course Of course there's not our names on the door No-one can find us anymore Safe and sound Protected and free Now we won't have to live in fear You and me Safe and sound Protected and free Isn't it