Art Rush - He Had To Pay Five Bucks lyrics

Kid: f** Hunters Hill, step down to the town G-Ville Art:Yeah, what a hectic beat - I ain't touchin' this one Kid:Yo yo, but the kid will So we established that the B-view was f**ed and the Sawdust was soon to open up, but, huh In the meantime, need that me time, where we can sit, drink, talk sh**, think of mean rhymes Let's give the RSL a go - Never knew that we could do or sink so low but we may as well, bro Get to the front desk depressed, feelin' less, look the best, don't impress this dude with the way I dress He's the one who's rude causin' stress, all I want's a bit of food and a Reschs to refresh like a sesh Wish that I could say it's all good but it's so wrong, just getting into a place just shouldn't take so long He had to pay five bucks - Art had to pay five bucks, what the f** He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, what the f** He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, clean it up He had to pay five bucks, let me hear you say - Art had to pay five bucks, yo it s**s He had to pay five bucks, I'm in, living in this circle sh** is f**ed - Where's the bin this slip is going in Now we're entering the realm of bad smells; you can tell the RSL is hell, from the way they stare at ya It's like they scared of ya, never seen a dude in his twenties in the area Where the bar, take me to your leader, pour me a litre, somethin' sweeter, please I need a little feed bra Goin' up to Level 2, get me the hell away from the pokie room with the hokey tunes, yo they're soakin' you Light up like a sponge, RSL's are evil like the devil's tongue, ain't no fun, leavin' you with zilch and none Stealin' pensioner's paychecks in the name of dead soldiers, olmate slappin' bets If you're not dead yet, and you manage to get up the steps, Mr. War Vet, don't let our society predict and set What you do, where you go next - Pop some Viagra mate, go have some s** Visit family or something or feed some ducks, you old f** Pokies bring bad luck, yo it s**s He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say - Art: I had to pay five bucks Kid: Yo it's f**ed - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say Art: I had to pay five bucks Kid: Yo it's f**ed - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say Art: I had to pay five bucks Kid: Clean it up - He had to pay five bucks, let's hear him say Art: I had to pay five bucks Kid: And it s**s Feelin' closer to my d**h every minute that I spend in this den, can't pretend anymore Three floors of boredom, level two, three, abandoned - Only one man sits alone stranded I'll never understand it, you may as well be dead already olmate Your fate is doomed by this dull place Stow away the old of today - May as well dig your own grave anyway, okay, before you pa** away Least that way you'd be productive instead of sittin' on the pokies, feeling stupid and s**ed-in Why the G-Ville RSL, boring font, on the front, standing high to make your spells hell Christmas tree up in June, the P.A. playing awful tunes Reminding you that d**h is stalking you, yo they're rortin' you Try to make a better place to die, Christmas in July Mean you don't have a life, didn't get a beer or a pie Legged it straight back outside, right by the man who signed us up, we had to pay five bucks Art:I had to pay five bucks I had to pay five bucks I had to pay five bucks