The Bedroom Philosopher - We Are Tramily lyrics

Welcome to the 86 Next stop dodge town Look around gee what a kerfuffle It's like god took Melbourne And just hit shuffle It's all Dunlop volleys 10am long necks No crims But a long list of suspects Punks and geeks Asians greeks Hipster derelict Guest Kiwi of the week T to the RAM to the eight six izzle Have another grizzle No one gives a shizzle If looks could k** then I've just been punched By a bunch that eats credit crunch for brunch There's girls in birkas call centre workers Professional lurkers and welfare shirkers If all the worlds a stage then I'm watching Cosi Got a good possie Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Eminem's on my ipod right on there's a fight on Like a nightclub with lights on Bloke's goin ape oh great Apparently the tram braked Now he's gone and dropped his milkshake Eighty six Personality gambling You can choose your friends But you can't choose your tramily These are my stops These are my seats This is my tram These are my beats Situation's grim but I grin I fit in like a nun with a hymn Like a derro with a dimsim There's always someone worse off than you Well here's a motley crew With perspective to boot I sponsor a guy doing the 40 Hour Famine He's wearing a shirt that says Tragic Happens De facto's scrap bout how much they sold their pram for The baby's in a beanbag strapped to a skateboard There's a budding Davinci Living and breathing his art in a bag Yeah a budding retard Indigenous land rights spill onto the street An Aboriginal tells a bloke to get out of his seat The suit gets booted Says this route is routed The pamphlet stand has been totally looted The smell and the swearing Sharing is caring Glum and the glaring Johnny is blaring yeah You're the voice try and understand it You're the voice try and understand sh** The great unwashed are in ma** transit Girls turn pink the elderly shrink As we sit on the brink of Howl's Moving Centrelink These are my rails These are my streets This is my tram These are my beats Everybody in the house c'mon and let me hear you say Ding Everybody in the house c'mon and let me hear you say Ding ding ding (where's me lunch around here? You took it you dog) I hope I'm not too cynical Or hypocritical My white middle cla** guilt levels are critical I remember the words said to me by my mother Gotta learn to love yourself Before you can love others I wish everyone would just rap all the time Whatever's on their mind We'd have a better time MC Daz and the school girl posse I can see it all now on Mel and Kochie Bundoora to Docklands Check the ghettos Fish and chips op shops and servos I'm rolling with my homeless homies refugees A hot chick her friend And a mum who's lonely To the CBD yeah you know me Got my hood down And my feet on the seat This is my tram This is my crew One thing's for shiz I wish it had a loo yeah (It's not a bad tune) Now I'm doing my washing Underpants are moshing Separating the colours and the whites Then I realise that's what causes all the fights Throw them in together Let the colours run forever And we'll wear the white pink socks of peace (I lost one of me shoes)