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The Radicalisation of Dhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgaVz44KQ5UA young boy busts his dad's Hills Hoist, using it as a swingKills a magpie in the backyard with a homemade gingSteals chlorine from the neighbour's swimming poolPuts it in a coffee jar and pours brake fluid inMakes a pipe bomb using match heads, and it fizzles when he runsTries again using the powder from the shells of hisOld man's shotgunIt hisses like a feral cat he's seen, slithers like the snake he killedLeaves a scorch mark on the pavement,And he's badly beaten for itFinds a Playboy on the way to school,Tries remembering his MumThrows rocks at a girl he likes, and he's sentHome before lunchFinds a King Kong doll beneath a bush,Probably some rich kid'sBut it roars ants when he shakes it,So he drops it in a binLater on dinner time comes,He puts tinned beans on white Tip TopHalves it with his fingers,Shares it with the dogJumps a cyclone fence to the soundOf his old man fucking through the eveningFinds a severed kangaroo hind legJust laying in a clearingThere's a tendon or a tapewormThat retracts after a kickFinds a new stink that nearly makes him pukeWhen he pokes it with a stickMeets a friend near there,They go to see his house just down the roadThe sister lets them in,Then goes back upstairs in a bathrobeHe sees a Phillishave full of hair clippings,In a bathroom, near a braThey find some car keys,Go outside and search a V8 carAnd there's a Beta tape in a brown paper bag,Hid under a seat,Hit play on the VCR machineAnd start to hear flute musicNow there's two girls on a farm somewhere,Playing with a labradorWhich rolls onto its back, like it hasBeen through this before andIt's the last time D hears flute music,The last time he thinks about girlsHe sneaks home about 10 o'clockGets inside using the dog doorChannel 7 gets the scoop again,There's a man gone crazyHe stole an APC from the army baseAnd closed down half the cityD's been expelled from school and he's quite happyStaying in bedHe keeps track of all the updates,Surfing networks insteadThis tank arrives at police HQ about 8amIt makes pancakes out of 5 or 6 patrol cars and thenRuns out of diesel near a Castrol service stationAnd there's a standoffThen he's teargassed andNot heard of againD's father dies of cancer the next Christmas dayHe's so hopped up on morphine that heCan't get straightHe says "Be proud of me my boy,Well I am finally off the fagsSince they caught me upstairsSmoking on the helipad"They cut the tumor off his liverBut he died without itSeems like no one gets to chooseWhat they can't live withoutIt don't matter about money,When there ain't no way aroundYou are living in a nightmareYou can't bribe your way outD finds a one room flatThat overlooks an underpassHe works part time as a labourer and it's okThough it's hardThen some black kid steals his concession cardAnd beats him 'round the headNext time D sees an army surplus store he steals a bayonetThen one day the bus to workKnocks down the kid that held him upHe dies laying in the street,The driver don't make too much fussHe smokes a ciggie with the cops,The ambulance is running lateAnd something inside D finds all this very, very strangeSoon after that the work dries upAnd D starts drinking hardStarts drinking cheap cask wine with old black fellasLiving in the parkOne has a tattoo of a swastika made with a candle,Soap and spoonsSays he's half caste and that full bloods preferPetrol over goonSays he was brought up on a mission,Then became a Viet VetAin't got a single tooth to chewSo D gives him a bayonetHe has white scars between his knuckles,Or what's left of them and says"See I'm white too,I just cannot drink inside the way you like to"Five years later D meets Werner at the rifle rangeWerner's granddad was SS,So now he goes by the nicknameWerner the Jew Burner and young D become so tightThey start going bush in his Landcruiser,Living on roos they shoot spotlightingThey get a year's lease on a duplex,Werner finds D some work asAn unlicensed forklift driver in a fish market for cashHe's got pictures of Adolf Hitler,Antique copies of Mein KampfBut D thinks Hitler's obsoleteAnd Werner's practice too relaxedBut Werner finished high schoolAnd studied engineeringD never did finish schoolAnd Werner breaks the news that eveningThe RAAF say they accept his applicationTo be trained to work on Hercules' 2000 miles awayHe leaves tomorrow for NSWAnd throws a partyLate that nightThey get to drinking and they're talkingThen they argue then they fightD comes to bleeding in his bedroomBegging Werner not to goBut Werner's full weight's on his back nowAnd he's face down in a pillowD wakes up late next afternoon,But Werner is long goneD goes to find his .22But there ain't no shells at allHe finds 5 valiums in a Winfield packIn a duffel bag in the hallThen sits in front of the TV screen,washes it all down with a bottleCliff has a beautiful wifeHe's insured for his lifeIt is autumn here in Brooklyn,In obstetrics, labour painAnd though his roots here are in slaveryCliff is dressed himself by slavesCredits rise like you're collapsing, so bewilderingly fastSeems the Cosbys of the world all go to bed 11 sharpThe rest of you have a choice of late night newsAnd more commercialsYeah Just Do It, Have A Break, yes Life Is Good,Because You're WorthlessMaybe She Was Born With It,And maybe you were tooSeems that one way or the other,There is nothing you can do'Cause you can only go as far as denyingYou haven't come anywhereForget Charles Darwin's namesakeIs surrounded with black hairYou are depressed now but need only take this pillTo ban despairIf East Timor can't be middle class,It can't really be thereYou are driving the Jeep Cherokee,Burning Arabs for fuelBut you are driving the Jeep CherokeeAnd that's good enough for youYou are living among taxpayersWho welcome brown folks with a moatConducting policy with the one free handWhile the other's round their throatsYou are living in a land besiegedBy what the world might think or knowBut with its head so deep in Turkish sandThis can't really be soYou are living in a nightmare,Let them Balkanize the EastNo one says a word these days,They turn the other cheekYou are living in a nightmareYou can't trust a ceasefire bidAnd any wall they build around GazaWill be begging for a lidYou are living in a nightmareYou can't bribe a want of doubtYou are living in a nightmareYou can't bribe your way out ofBut now we interrupt this broadcastTo bring you breaking newsThere is a building in ManhattanAnd it's burning.

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