Tism - Mourningtown Ride lyrics

Don't get off the train at Richmond Skins want your Doc Martens Don't get off the train at Campberwell The writers want your Air Jordans Don't get off the train at Essendon You'll get attacked for your moccas Don't get off the train at Frankston You'll get attacked by the Rockers Don't get off the train Don't get off the train Don't get off the train at Eltham The yodel yobs want lederhosen Don't get off the train at Caulfield Yid boys want your copy of 'The Chosen' Don't get off the train at Broadie Petrol-heads want your Torana Don't get off the train at Laverton Gorilla Gang wants your banana Don't get off, don't get off, don't you get off Don't get off the train Don't get off the train at Box Hill The skaters, they want your ramp Don't get off the train at Noble Park 3174 wants your postage stamp Don't get off the train at Broadford Bikies want your leather jacket Don't get off the train at Kooyong Tennis toughs want your racquet Don't get off, don't get off, don't you get off Don't get off the train Don't get off South Melbourne Light-rail Greenies want your pollution Don't get off at Flinder's Street Nazi punks want a final solution Don't get off, don't get off, don't you get off Well, the train whistle blowing makes a sleepy noise, Underneath the blankets are all the girls and boys Rocking, rolling, rocking, roll Rocking, rolling, riding, out along the bay All are bound for Mourningtown, many miles away Rocking, rolling, rocking, roll..Oh Don't get off the train Don't get off the train at Ringwood Goths want your mascara Don't get off the train Don't get off the train at Windsor Sandman wants your pyjamas Get an aeroplane Flight 103 to Lockerbie now boarding Don't get off the train "Where then do TISM fit in? Even producer Tony Cohen working with the group for the first time cannot resist a sneer. His nate incapsulation of the group is enough to undercut the most proselytising TISM fan." "They're... they're dreadful actually. I.. I.. no time for them. Shocking. Middle-cla** pathetic little wa*kers. You know? I mean really. Umm.. absolutely hopeless. I hate them. The TISM lacks the sheer sort of guts of anything like, say The Beasts Of Bourbon. I mean... I mean there's a gutsy band. Of course.. the.. I mean their cheap sarcasm is.. it's.. pretty well doesn't get there.. it's.. it's uh it's not real good. It doesn't.. it doesn't approach the epic sort of comedy and.. and sort of wit of The Birthday Party." "We all know how great the birthday party was. There was chips and streamers and Freddo frogs and a great big cake with jelly and ice cream. And a Nintendo video game and fizzy drinks and barbiturates and whizz-fizz and pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and lots more." "Hahaha.. mm.. hahahahaha no, really..." "Ah, yes, S.M.A.R.T. Artists." "Oh yeah, uh, here's that list of credits for that uh TISM album. Ah, we got ah, Atlanta Studios, Tony Cohen, Dave McClooney.. uh.. Alf Cleemac, Craig..Clyde Terry, Yahn Wilderbeast, Nick Marsen, Sebastian Harvey, Anne Liedel, Yuki Wada and uhh.. Roger Grierson. See ya later." Woof "Piss off."