Bang The Boogie - Joelistics

It goes, one for the money, two for the privilege

I grew up in the inner city of Sydney

Problems, I had a whole lot of them in me

Smoked a lot of weed at the age of sixteen

Spend time tryna find out my history

Wondering what it was the wind was whispering

I’m from a land where the sunlight’s blistering

And everybody’s got their own get-rich-quick scheme

Money, money, money, make more money quickly

Build machinery to mine and dig deep

The new gold rush economic dick tease

Snap your neck back at a break neck quick speed

High school assembly signing the anthem

The words sound empty and I can’t stand them

Even back then I had to deal with the phantom

I called myself Australian short hand for random

Bang to the boogie, bang, bang the boogie

Bang to the boogie, bang, bang the boogie

Bang to the boogie, bang, bang the boogie

Bang to the Lucky Country boogie the beat

I got a Chinese father and a white mother

And I was a punk drummer back when I was just a youngun

I’m a mixed bag, mixed race, mixed up kid

(What you got) with something to give, and I give what I can

I’m from a land where blokes are blokes

And they yell stop the boats and It gets them votes

And they brag and they boast and promote a fair go

The closer you look the more you see they don’t

And you hope that this changes excepting it won’t

Like somewhere along the way that’s all she wrote

Summerland really has a heart of snow

Where the temperature and attitudes are 40 below

But I still call Australia home

I still hit the road with a hunger to roam

And pack a little piece of the place in my heart and bones

Every single time I get up and go, now here we go

I am from a cashed up land of pirates

A beautiful island with a sense of entitlement

Me first attitudes, highly competitive

Perched inbetween pioneering and irrelevant

Casually racist overly cautious

We lock the boarders up like it was a fortress

Suffocated by a sense of importance

And governed by minds that suffer from smallness

So much focus on the money, I’m nauseous

With no thought for those less fortunate

And this portrait is far from flawless

A little distorted and we’re all caught in it

I’m so board of it, it;s so fraudulent

We can afford it but don’t press pause on it

You can complain or change your coordinates

Me, I stay steady tryna get at the source of it

And you don’t stop, rock to the rhythm you don’t stop

Make money money money make a lot, too much just ain’t enough