Nostalgia

DEKA with the shortcut- quality street,
Barefoot home was the kids on the street
A dollar for the bus
Was all enough for us to the 436 on the card
That rippedy-click
Like the chump change that we ticked
From a telecom dirty in the ditch
Prank call-in to a dairy visit
Spaceman ciggaretee
Sugar was the dope
That we feelin now,
Addicted to the coke
Like we chewing on the seal in the cap,
Bluey - pink slip with a commendation,
Heater cranked up for the detained nation
Told to read and write - learn to live a lie
Fiction was the vibe cuz' the science didn't fly
Mystery meat for the cheap deli feed
That you traded for a marble
Spinning our tops
It was Powerade and pump
That bullrush sun
Kissing on the back seat
Babbeling, chattering
Like a chatter ring
It's the goodnight kiwi
Teletext free weekend  - really?
20cent text
Now they gotcha on the net
Y2k, that sunrise came
Now we just blaze
That time we made
In the hearts of our soul
Had a card in my spokes
So my voice had note
Hand written
For my love and affection
Snott nosed better
Sneaky with the liqour
Yeah school went a little bit quicker
Witness the fitness
Seen ya mumma,
She aint from from around here,
She dark in the skin,
So you cant hang here
And now they hang here,
Fuck that
Climbin higher
Lawyer liar
Town the crier
Top the pyre
Rise the spire
Ding the clock
Its time for fire
Jus bring it on in with the funky sound
We the substance of our hunger
Nostalgia got us under
That stary spell
I hope and wonder