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Dog's Breakfast (The Diesel-Dogs Anthem) 1 by Dustin

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Dog's Breakfast (The Diesel-Dogs Anthem) 1

punk,male vocals

0:003:06
Lyrics
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(Intro)
(The sound of a powerful V8 engine revving aggressively, followed by the squeal of tyres on gravel. The main, frantic bass and drum groove kicks in. A gruff, amused Aussie voice speaks over the top, full of menace.)
"See, the old world had rules. It had... manners. Heh. We prefer it this way. Less paperwork. Out here, there's only one rule: If you can catch it... it's yours. Now... start runnin'."
(Verse 1)
Sunrise bleedin' on the rust, another perfect day!
Got a full tank of the good stuff, gonna blow it all away!
See a flicker on the horizon, a little plume of dust,
Just a lonely traveler in a world of broken trust.
He's runnin' on fumes and hope, a truly sad display,
We're runnin' on pure V8 and the thrill of the chase!
He's prayin' for a saviour, for a sign to lead him home,
We're just prayin' that his tyres ain't stripped down to the chrome!
(Chorus)
'CAUSE THIS IS THE WASTELAND, MATE! AIN'T NO SUBTLETY HERE!
WE'RE THE KINGS OF THE RUIN, THE PEDAL-DOWN FEAR!
WE'RE THE DIESEL-DOGS, BABY, AND WE'RE HOWLIN' AT THE SUN!
THE APOCALYPSE WASN'T THE END, IT'S WHERE THE FUN BEGUN!
(Verse 2)
He's getting tired now, you can see it in his swerve,
Losing all that high-and-mighty pre-collapse reserve.
His fancy water-purifier ain't gonna save his hide,
When our bull bar's gettin' friendly with his driver's side.
He's got a car full of medicine, of batteries and grain,
We got a car full of angry boys singin' in the acid rain!
He's thinking 'bout his future, 'bout the shelter that he'll build,
He should be thinkin' 'bout the final bloody spot his tank is filled!
(Chorus)
'CAUSE THIS IS THE WASTELAND, MATE! AIN'T NO SUBTLETY HERE!
WE'RE THE KINGS OF THE RUIN, THE PEDAL-DOWN FEAR!
WE'RE THE DIESEL-DOGS, BABY, AND WE'RE HOWLIN' AT THE SUN!
THE APOCALYPSE WASN'T THE END, IT'S WHERE THE FUN BEGUN!
(Bridge)
(The main riff stops. The bass plays a swirling, distorted, phase-shifted groove while the drums drop to a half-time feel. The vocals become a spoken-word, unhinged sermon.)
"They cry about what they lost. The internet. The lattes. The little air-conditioned boxes they lived in. We didn't lose nothin'. We were always dogs, they just kept us on a leash. Now... the leash is broke. And we are bloody STARVING."
(Outro)
(The band slams back in at full, chaotic speed. The guitar is just feedback and noise. The drums are a furious mess of crashing cymbals. The bass is a distorted rumble. The vocalist is just a series of manic, whooping laughs and shouted phrases.)
"YEAH! C'MON!"
"DOG'S BREAKFAST!"
"WHO'S NEXT?!"
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
(The sound of a massive car crash, followed by the guitar feeding back into silence.)
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