TISM Morrison Hostel Lyrics
sponsored linksJimbo, boy, you're a croc of shit,
You're a boozed, selfish thug;
Why don't you give your mouth a go
And in the other hole put a plug?
By Christ you've got a long long way
On a schoolboy's talent with words -
One crappy bit of symbolism
And you're adored by a army of turds.
You're a selfish, rude, arrogant prick;
You're basically pretty stupid;
Your mysticism's a lump of shit,
And so are all the girls you rooted.
So don't talk about being sad and lonely
Or fucking misunderstood
Because underneath that self-pitying phoney
Is a brutal, selfish hood.
I support the police that took you off stage,
I support the fact you bled;
I support the cops who carried you off,
I support the fact you're dead.
I think that you're a troubled guy
And I think that's nothing new;
I think your fans are a bunch of turds
Almost as immature as you.
And when I'm in my supermarket
And some prick pushes in front of my trolley
I'll be reminded of your stinking bravado
And I'll ask the cunt to say sorry.
You fans would excuse any rudeness
Just because it comes from you -
You'd tell them to go drop dead
And they'd say, "Oh, how true, how true, how TRUE."
You need a nine to five job, Jimbo;
You need to get to Flinders St. by train -
Go and find yourself a regular income,
Then you can write a song about pain.
Try and save for the kids' school fees;
Take some care when you drive a car;
Put your rubbish in a bin
You fucking great rock super star.
You've spawned a host of cock-sure shits
Who are nearly always filthy rich,
And think because they're a bit like Jimbo
They can act like stinking pricks:
An army of brainless, arty youth
That look down upon us common plods -
But they barrack for good ol' Jimbo
Like the fucking Richmond cheer squad.
So when you're listening to Morrison Hotel
And Jimbo's in top form
Whining about this harsh cruel world
And the fact he was ever born
Remember that his fans are rapt
And mourning their suffering lives,
And go down and discuss it at Subterrain -
And least, if Daddy'll drive.
Jimbo, king of the private school kids:
The girls from P.L.C.
Who identify with his tortured soul
Because they've got dropped by friend number three,
Who was Kent from Xavier College -
In H.S.C. he got a "A" for English,
And between Jimbo and William Blake
He hasn't the brains to distinguish.
Jimbo, father of a generation
Of private school depression idols;
From Nick Cave on, they don't kill themselves -
Just tell us why they're suicidal.
He's made self-pity legitimate;
It means we'll have to face
One after another artist with integrity,
Like REO Speedwagon - sorry, I meant Hugo Race.
Well, up your arse Jimbo old man,
Up your fucking hole:
You're a prick pure and simple -
It's about time you were told;
And up your arse to all your fans;
Up your arse to your tortured, artistic hell;
And while we're fucking at it,
Up your arse to Morrissey as well;
Up your arse to Robert Smith;
Up your arse to Albert Camus;
All those "I'm suffering for my arty" types,
Jimbo, I blame them all on you.
Anyone who handles life's pain
With a token of mature self examination -
It's time they told these pounces to stick it
Up their bogus self infatuation:
And if you think I'll stop at this,
The answer is, no way, never -
If you think Jim Morrison was a wanker,
Well, Christ - I can rave on like this forever.
Great Truckin' Songs of the Renaissance Track Listing
Digital Media 1
1 I'm Interested in Apathy
2 Saturday Night Palsy
3 The Mystery of the Artist Explained
4 If You're Creative, Get Stuffed
5 40 Years - Then Death
6 Anarchy Means Crossing When It Says 'Don't Walk'
7 The Ballad of John Bonham's Coke Roadie
8 Choose Bad Smack
9 The Fosters Car Park Boogie
10 Martin Scorsese Is Really Quite a Jovial Fellow
11 I Drive a Truck
12 Defecate on My Face
13 Kill Americans
15 The Penis Is Mightier Than the Sword
16 Slave to the Economist
17 I Shit Me
18 Doug Parkinson Sings Christie Allen
19 Gimme Gimme Nervous Breakdown
20 The Ballad of the Semitic Nazi
21 And the Ass Said to the Angel: Wanna Play Kick to Kick?
22 The Mordialloc Rd. Duplicator
23 Jack Elliot's Turf Whinge
24 Ezra Pound-Axe King
25 Johnny to B. or Not to B. Goode
26 Morrison Hostel
27 Ted Commandments
28 The Back Upon Which Jezza Jumped (Demo Version)
29 Get Thee In My Behind, Satan (Live At the Corner Hotel, May 30, 1988)
30 Babies Bite Back (Live At the Corner Hotel, May 30, 1988)
31 (I Think I've Got) Mick Jagger Worked Out [Live at the Corner Hotel, May 30, 1988]
32 Existentialtism (Live At the Corner Hotel, May 30, 1988)
33 Opium Is the Religion of the Masses (Live at The Club, June 24 1988)
Digital Media 1