In the beginning
He said: Its criminal
There ought to be a law
And we rock the Canning like its 1974
This 10K sonic bitumen strut
The screeching rhythm of ourselves
The stench of rubber burnt on tar
Diesel, petrol. Denim n tats
Escort reds tucked into
Rolled up t-shirt sleeves
A Monaro bicep flex
We strut as one huge rock-star body
Into the wide-open road
We are 10 metres tall. Bronze
Black ripple-soled desert boots
White volleys. And if you want blood
Fists aloft in the Bicton park
You got it
No stop signs. Speed limit
Nobody gonna slow me down
Hey mamma. Look at me
I'm on the way to the promised land
Schoolboy uniform, guitar arms flail
Aloft a mighty black speaker stack, strings wail
Feedback. Distortion. Bass n Rhythm. Spotlight
Sweat splatters n sinew in this stadium
This heavy red light
This pub. This church
This teenage guide to a testosterone riot
All body hair n cut-off denim jacket
Wild-eyed and cheeky smile
Missing a tooth or two
Mike lead twist at your wrist
Bent back in pose, hair flick
Holy smoke and sweet desire
A new kinda rock god
Gettin robbed, stoned, beat up, broken boned
Gettin' had, took. I tell ya folks
this is so much harder than it looks
I mean dirty, mean, mighty unclean - man
Potentially a misogyny - man
a wanted man, a public enemy number one - man
And hey Satan, I’ve paid my dues
I’m a socially maladjusted
Bubble-gum Buttercup Valentine boy
Fraternity. Fang. And Spektor boy
An Adelaide fertiliser factory boy
A Jacks bottle chucked n
Bucked off the bike
And three days in a coma
Round n round n round
In the Mount Lofty Rangers
Lurchin into Freo
on a Saturday night
It’s an SG Gibson Marshall Stack riff
Cooler than a body on ice
Hotter than a rollin dice
In the hotel motel
Doin the hard sell
We get old, get grey, ripped off, under-paid
Get sold, second hand
That's how it goes
Its livin easy. Lovin free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
South Perth Metro Como Canning Bridge
Past the Raffles to the The Leopold
Those Marcus Rainbows
Containers painted at the entry point
To the sheep. Ship city
See me ride into the sunset
On your colour TV screen
Out for all that I can get
Fly across the sand dunes
over Walylup to Wadjemup
And tonight
there’s nothin
I'd rather do
This party time
All my friends are gonna
be there too
I'm on the highway
The highway to hell
Don't stop me