Can this be true tell me can this be real
I just can’t stand what wasn’t in the deal
My life was torture – the most I could endure
Why does it feel like I’m losing to fear

Refrain:
Never thought that I’d feel like this
And you change my jaw with your clenched fist
How can it be right here with me
It’s a devil disguised as a girl

Chorus:
Your hate is like a canyon scarily steep
Your soul does not exist and your body’s selling cheap
When I stare into your eyes you stare at mine too
God must have spent a little less time on you

In all of tarnation all things really small
My salary you’re spending at the mall
You were so cruel I was never told
You broke the mould with your stare’s icy cold

And I’m trying hard to join the cult
Just to find out how you came about
Your insincere smile tricked them all the while
They’re terrified you used cyanide

Chorus
Refrain
Chorus

My friend’s got a handgun – he hates to mingle
He proves it everyday
He says “Man I’m really gonna kill people”
He says they’re gonna pay
They call him an ass, he prefers to be alone
He knows the rumours, the bad things they say
The name’s derogatory, said in a bad tone
Well my friend hopes they’ll decay

Chorus:
I won’t shoot, I won’t shoot ya – not yet
Now, now why don’t you drop the gun
Said don’t shoot, said don’t shoot, yeah, forget it
Now now, why don’t you let them run

I guess all his buddies
Well they aren’t enough
To keep those jocks from teasing his way
I guess all his homies
They got it a bit rough
Cause those girls got boys from E-Bay

Chorus

Well I guess it ain’t easy
Shooting dudes in the hall, oh yeah
But hey man free shots just don’t come along
In a brawl

Chorus

(Let me tell you about my hip, cool friend now)
My friend’s got a locker
Arranged in order
Hardworking, the teacher’s pet
He’s got more friends than you
Obviously now, that
Well my friend, you’d hate him too

Chorus (x2)

Chorus:
O where o where can my car keys be
That kid took it away from me
He’s going to Vegas to spend all my wages
So I must stop him quickly before he does

He was out on his rounds swindling people’s cash
He gave his sales pitch in a dash
Dressed formally, greasy haired
Middle-parting, his forehead he bared
His rapid speech was his way to get rich
To him no wallet was out of reach
His babbling was repeating
The effect was hypnotizing

Chorus

When you wake up you’ll realize something’s gone
You feel it’s light; you have just been conned
You’re missing your hard-earned savings
You find your fingers with no wedding rings
Enter your home to see an empty house
Wondering how just to tell your spouse
You search around for any valuables
You find nothing looking from all angles
Your knees tremble and you break out in cold sweat
You’re not insured how bad is that

Chorus

Oh no (x4)

Oh my god it’s back again
Brothers, sisters, everybody’s sick
We’re gonna bring the rain clouds show you how
I’ve got a question for you
Better answer now (yeah)

Refrain:
Is it polluted? (Yeah)
Is it unhealthy? (Yeah)
Is it bad for you? (Yeah)
Is it everything you never needed?
Wash your body now

Chorus:
Everybody (yeah)
Wash your body (yeah)
Everybody
Wash your body, right
Haze is back, alright

Please don’t burn in open air
Spray water like you just don’t care
If you want a doctor let me hear you cough
Cause it’s got us gasping once again

Refrain
Chorus

So everybody, everywhere
Don’t be afraid, don’t have no fear
Gonna tell the world, make it understand
As long as there is burning
It’ll be coming back again

Chorus

They made up their minds – car was gathering dirt
They left before what they call break of dawn
They left behind their house with an unmoved lawn
But where were they going, forgot to bring a large wallet
They found a hotel – a five-star one, at least
They went in and ordered the largest feast
It was way too expensive to their dismay
Now where were they going during this summer holiday
Copyright Albert Ng 1999
Chorus:
Anyone can see the room that they rented is badly made
The folds and the creases, plenty on the bed
The pillows were missing, just outside thugs are racing
You can see butterflies and moths in the closet
The flush is smashed up in the doorless toilet
But they can’t complain cos’ the price was insane, insane
Copyright Albert Ng 1999
The children woke up with cockroaches on ’em
They heard a loud noise and then a loud wham
Saw it was room service keeping bugs at bay
Well what do you know, that just ruined their summer holiday
Copyright Albert Ng 1999
Chorus (x2)

I hate the haze today
It’s too thick to see
What lies so far away
It’s unhealthy
But you looked at me like maybe
It’s not bad for you or me
But I guess you’re wrong
Yesterday I coughed
Must’ve been in open air for way too long
I can’t understand why you still open burn
It’s not our turn
We can stop this too
Cos’ it starts with all of you

Chorus:
All I ask
Get a good mask
If you don’t you will choke on all the dirty particles
That’s polluting our air
You should dare, don’t just stare
Report open burning
You know, these are just a few ways to stop the haze

If you have gotta smoke
Laugh out loud like you just heard a funny joke
Like a thick fog
But it’s polluted air and it’s contributing to the smog
Don’t drive, take a jog
Whenever that you can
Don’t use air-con, use the fan
Where’s our clear blue skies
You may blame it on those
Forest clearing guys
It’s not all their fault
We point fingers at default

Chorus

Just when you think you got it all cleared out
But seasons already changin’
You think you’re cool
You smoke you’re a fool
Instead you can car-pool

Chorus

I’m choking
Suffocating
I’m gasping
I’ll be fainting
So you better not pollute
You know that it’s not good
Smoky factory chute
I just ain’t in the mood
You know, these are just a few ways to stop the haze

All day long I hear teachers rattling on
Without memorizing the facts’ suddenly gone
Trying to hard to shove stuff in your brain
It’s too crammed – hurts so much oh, the pain

Chorus:
The frown on your face lets me know that you’re flunking
There’s a fear in your eyes saying you won’t be passing
Cos’ you are braindead – examiner says it’s your last call
You fail the test when you do nothing at all

Out of nowhere comes these boybands stealing your heart
You’re doing usual rounds – they’re in your shopping cart
They’re coming here? Or is it just your dreams
Life revolves around them so it seems

Chorus (x2)

You fail the test when you do nothing at all (x6)
The wrath that you faced, remarks from teachers
Social life erased, you’re grounded all your school years

Go on close the curtains
Ccos’ what you need is privacy
You know we hate your deodorants
That you wear proudly
Well we know you have tooth decay
And how I wish you were okay
So take this soap and this shampoo
Clean your deposits of goo

Chorus:
Bathe tonight
Your toes used to be pink
Look properly
You missed a spot I think
Bathe tonight
Brush your teeth on the sink
Cos’ otherwise
Otherwise you would stink

There’s your so-called attire
With smells of morning after
Tommorrow you’re still wearing those
Slackers I suppose
People say to you goodbye
My friend please understand why
Don’t you know you really smell
And how I wish that you could tell

chorus

Your breath repels, they all run away
You’ll wish that some, that some would stay
Don’t you know they gotta go
Don’t you wish they said hello

chorus x2

I hope that you’ll be clean
Hygienic’s what I mean
And white teeth with a sheen
That I’d like to have seen

Every morning
There’s that bugger standin’ by the rear end of my sore red derriere
He knows I hate it but I’m forced to let it in there
Until I buy his six-pack of beer
Couldn’t take it out – lubricate with cream
Once again as predicted that it hurt so much that I scream
‘Cause it tore the seam
Something’s got me itching
Made me start the scratching
I can’t stand the pain
Didn’t say we could do it – you knew but you just did it again
That bugger say

Aaahh… Every morning… Aaahh… Every morning…
It gets stuck up
Shut the door bugger don’t scream so loud
Aaahh…
This always goes wrong – this takes too long
I don’t feel okay this is not the way
Every morning
There’s a bugger trying not to wake me
From my half-unconscious state
I know it’s his idea and I know he thinks I like it
But I prefer that he mast the bed
Something’s so relieving when you start removing
Makes you aroused again
Said we shouldn’t do it I know you wanna do it again

Aaahh… Every morning… Aaahh… Every morning…
When I wake up
Hit the door baby don’t hit on me
Aaahh… Every morning… Aaahh… Every morning…
My coffee cup
It feels so sticky – I don’t know, icky?
He always sticks it up my rear – oh dear
He always licks it up with cheer
Every morning…
There’s a slient moaning from the earshot of my really sleepy head
Of course it’s not me but I’ll see
If I can escape for the weekend or else I’ll be dead
Wet the door hey you’re too absurd
Every morning… Every morning…
Lesions, bruises
Get the first aid now I just don’t care how
Every morning… Every morning…
I don’t like what he does
Keep it to yourself do that bookshelf
Every morning… Every morning…