Transplants, The – Doomsday

(Tim sing this):

I took the slow drag off my smoke

I leaned back and I take my coke

I got approached by a shady bloke

He talked bad but uh, he was broke

I was born in a shadowy world

Wasteland, mean and hard boiled

With Tragedies and Turmoil

Disenfranchised and disembroiled

Lost class in all 5 places

I don’t care what colour your face is

One day you’re gonna lose all traces

And war shit on all men and races

In the city of down and out

Money’s always gonna equal clouds

And you’re gonna have to scream and shout

Through the city of down and out

(Chorus Tim and Rob):

Preacher wants a judgement day

Junkie keeps the world at bay

Policeman wants us to pay

Doomsday doomsday

Doomsday doomsday

Preacher wants a judgement day

Junkie keeps the world at bay

Policeman wants us to pay

Doomsday doomsday

Doomsday doomsday

(Rob sing this):

Give me mine give me all that you’ve got

Take off your shoes and fork over the pot

I like your chain and I needn’t a watch

And your girl looks good, she could travel the block

It’s all here if you’re looking to score

I’m downtown San Pedro at four

Everything from the stem to the door

Then we hang ’em all high for a few dollars more

I said I won’t but I bet that I will

So ? your clothes, I suggest that you chill

They all talk about keeping it real

But the second that it pop up let your homeboy squeel

Let it go you ain’t ready for drama

Get you sore for trying to wreck my new karma

Ain’t cause I want to, it’s just that I’ve gotta

You know conscience is a motherfucker lock up your daughter

(Chorus Tim and Rob):

Preacher wants a judgement day

Junkie keeps the world at bay

Policeman wants us to pay

Doomsday doomsday

Doomsday doomsday

Preacher wants a judgement day

Junkie keeps the world at bay

Policeman wants us to pay

Doomsday doomsday

Doomsday doomsday

(Tim sing this):

And the television’s spewing hate

Talking bout the rise of crime ratings

Heard the broke state gonna say it

It’s all sinking now and we’re way too late

You let this wash it clean

In the heart of Washington

And if he’s looking in

What’s he gonna do about our machine

(Chorus Tim and Rob):

Preacher wants a judgement day

Junkie keeps the world at bay

Policeman wants us to pay

Doomsday doomsday

Doomsday doomsday

Preacher wants a judgement day

Junkie keeps the world at bay

Policeman wants us to pay

Doomsday doomsday

Doomsday doomsday