Here Today
Bastard saints scorn of the earth
I summon thee now poison me
Death under will burn in my soul
Exalt me enemies of the lamb
Intrude - We are of one
Under will, I walk the path of sin
With your spells I die again
Raise me from mortal
My will be your will
My words speak your words
Your pains raise me to bliss
What of this anger now
Received to lance your enemy
I feel the energy
The poison moves in me
I spill blood
Scorn of the earth, I witness
In rapture I'm born again
Scorn of the light, I bear scorn
In rapture
Mr Crown Prosecutor
"Merry-Go-round"
Written by Don Walker
Performed by Cold Chisel
I cried my tears in a glass of tequila
For a truck-stop honey with a dubious name
She held my heart like a blackjack dealer
And took my money when she left the game
She was overly fond of sophisticated messin' around
I've had a bellyful of livin' in the same old merry-go-round
Well I played in the summer and I froze in the winter
And I hankered for the high school beauty queen
She was married to a rich young timber miller
And christened a boy when she was just nineteen
Crazy love, never gonna settle down
I've had a bellyful of lovin' on the same old merry-go-round
Like any man I've got to work for a living
Just to earn my soul for a weekend show
Saturday morning I'll be down by the river
Getting whipped at the Copmanhurst rodeo
When the weekend comes I'm gonna set fire to the town
I've had a bellyful of workin' on the same old merry-go-round
I'm looking out as the sun goes down
Drinking Bundeburg at the end of the day
I'm twentyfive, I'm half alive
The rest is only just a ticket away
Give me a ticket, take me to a city hotel
I've had a bellyful of livin' on the same old merry-go-round