Rocking on the porch of my dero campervan
an empty bag of mushrooms a warm bundy can
not enough cigarettes to exhale the day away
look to the stars for consolation but a cloud turns them gray
the future seemed bright growing up in perth
slanging drugs with the boys, keeping easties off our turf
strong idols in my life like butterfingers and hilltop
taught me how to bust a rhyme and where to punch a cop
remember when it was fun to get blind, stoned and maggot
now I sit all alone, my inner child yelling F****t!
2 Kids fucked job and a money grubbing wife
who am I, where am I, whats the meaning of life
Arent we all just atoms suspended in time and space
all searching for order in this chaotic rat race
past, present and future words that cease to exist
even reality evaporates into an undefineable mist
Out of this confusion emerges but one man
terrorising creationists from Jeruasalam to Vatican
Mr. Russels weapons include politics and poetry
but his atomic bomb shall forever be philosophy
So now that our protagonist has been briefly explained
Ill paint you a picture, let life be its frame
what better place to start than where it all began
when space was quiet and still and earth was but a plan
and then all of a sudden
the fat lady sang
and the big bang banged
gases collided
and created matter out of nothang nothang nothang
If you want to fully comprehend what comes next
take what I say as truth dont read between the text
leave faith at the door and any historonics
cause even memory can be reduced to subatomic
simply protons and neutrons doing that love dance
the electron all alone one hand in his pants
now you have a chance to open your minds eye and see
that everything in life might not actually be
Im simply repeating Betrand Russels words so bare with me
'when dark matter collides it can create atoms and life, even memory
history, books, buildings and technology
all created in a second of cosmic unity'
Wait Wait Wait, slow down you say to me
Does that mean the world could of been created with this mornings Coffee!