The Last Australian Guitar Hero TISM

[Intro]
In a tiny inner city pub
The amps were bein' stacked
Leads were gettin' wound up
It was full of pissed Anzacs
"Got no more gigs for Tuesday nights"
Said the barman to the star
"We're puttin' pokies in the lounge
And strippers in the bar"
The star, he raised his fingers and said
"Fuck this fuckin' hole!"
But to his faithful roadie, he said
"It's the death of rock and roll"

[Verse 1]
"There ain't a single place that's left
To play amplified guitar
Every place is serving long blacks
Or has become a Tapas bar"
His dirty denim jacket
Was gaffered and turnin' black
Hair was missin' on his forehead
But it reached right down his back
"I don't blame that barman bastard"
He told his roadie, "Hey, fuck no"
"I blame all those faggot wankers
Who are playing this techno"
'Brothers Can Work It Out'? Get fucked
That can kiss my rotten arse
Work out what happened to real music
Is what I'd like to ask
Everythin' is all machine
Run with MIDI and A-DAT
But all they do is go 'ping-ping-ping'
Like a truck that's backin' back
Who the fuck are the Chemical Brothers
That they now call the shots?
Goldie is the name of a light beer
Elastica holds up socks
The roadie sat there silent
Next to the ejaculating star
"What's the fuckin' point of drum 'n' bass
If no one can play guitar?"