Gareth Liddiard - Taman Shud lyrics

Thud thud my heart pumps blood Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud Who ditched that fox-gloved snitch? Loaded him with poison like a puffer fish Why don't anybody feel like crying For the Somerton somebody with the hazel eyes? Why don't anybody feel like crying For the Somerton nobody with the hazel eyes? Thud thud my heart pumping blood Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud He's gone and no one even cares at all The earth won't answer and the sea don't mourn I don't give a f** about no Anzacery I don't care you got it interest free I ain't gonna fret about Lest We Forget f** the Murdoch press I don't get hung up on any carbon tax Or Ned getting strung up for being a psychopath I ain't really there with any cla** warfare The only thing I care about's the Thud thud my heart pumping blood Whenever someone talks about my Taman Shud He's gone and no one even cares at all The earth won't answer and the sea don't mourn For all of the probing into whether he exists The question's still as open like a radar dish Late 1948 Is sending a transmission but its inchoate Don't hate me for not caring ‘bout you losing your job I think you're gonna suit being a welfare slob I don't give a toss about no Southern Cross Or the gulag Union Jack I don't give a f** if you can't stop the boats I ain't at a loss if Simpson's donkey votes I don't care about no Andrew Bolt Or even Harold Holt It's clear as Mud mud, my Taman Shud Everybody mouths off While they're chewin' cud Thud thud my heart pumps blood When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud Why did anybody feel the need to lie ‘Less that's Warsaw on the seashore On the day he died? Don't nobody wonder where he's been? No tags, no wallet And his brains dry-cleaned I don't give a f** about "f** off we're full" I ain't gonna send my kids to private school I ain't gonna grieve about no BHP No silver spoons or mining booms I don't give a f** about your brick and tile I don't really care if you're a paedophile I don't care about no MasterChef It's as appetising as a whistle blower's doom Or any French cartoon Nothing like a prune to make the d**h cults bloom Why you think the whole world's gotta be like you? f** western supremacy I ain't sitting around being gallipolized One man's BBQ's another's hunger strike Why'd I give a rat's about your tribal tatts? You came here in a boat you f**ing c*nt My Taman Shud Everybody mouths off While they're chewin' cud Thud thud my heart pumps blood When ever someone talks about my Taman Shud