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Well, they had their chances, but its not often you see Australia not be able to put an away an opponent, especially one with 10 men …

Still, a penalty, close to time, is a rough way to lose.

Wake from your sleep
The drying of your tears, today we escape, we escape
Pack and get dressed, before your father hears us, before, all hell breaks loose
Breathe, keep breathing, don’t lose your nerve, breathe, keep breathing
I can’t do this alone
Sing us a song, a song to keep us warm, there’s such a chill, such a chill

You can laugh a spineless laugh
We hope your rules and wisdom choke you now we are one in everlasting peace
We hope that you choke, that you choke
We hope that you choke, that you choke

We hope that you choke, that you choke

LONDON, June 23 – A herd of cows chased a man and his dog into an English bog, police said after they rescued both.

Police dispatched a rescue helicopter when they received an emergency mobile phone call from the man as he sank into deep mud.

The drama began when the man took the dog for a walk in fields near the city of Exeter.

“He rang the police on his mobile phone and said he had been chased into the swamp by some cows,” said Devon and Cornwall Police spokesman Baxter Provan today.

“He said he was hanging on to a branch and was sinking in the mud,” he added. Reuters

You can’t depend on your family
You can’t depend on your friends
You can’t depend on a beginning
You can’t depend on an end

You can’t depend on intelligence
Ooohhh, you can’t depend on a god
You can only depend on one thing
You need a Busload of Faith to get by, watch, baby

Busload of Faith to get by X3
You need a Busload of Faith to get by

You can depend on the worst always happening
You can depend on a murderer’s drive
You can bet that if he rapes somebody
There’ll be no problem having a child

And you can bet that if she aborts it
Pro-Lifers will attack her with rage
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a Busload of Faith to get by, yeah

Busload of Faith to get by X2
Busload of Faith to get by, babe
Busload of Faith to get by

You can’t depend on the goodly hearted
The goodly hearted made lampshades and soap
You can’t depend on the Sacrament
No Father, no Holy Ghost

You can’t depend on any churches
Unless there’s a real estate you want to buy
You can’t depend on a lot of things
You need a Busload of Faith to get by, wow

Busload of Faith to get by [x4]

You can’t depend on no miracle
You can’t depend on the air
You can’t depend on a wise man
You can’t find them because they’re not there

You can depend on cruelty
Crudity of thought and sound
You can depend on the worst always happening
You need a Busload of Faith to get by, ha

Busload of Faith to get by [x4]

They say he didn’t have an enemy
His was a greatness to behold
He was the last surviving progeny
The last one on this side of the world

He measured half a mile from tip to tail
silver and black with powerful fins
They say he could split a mountain in two
That’s how we got the Grand Canyon

Last Great American Whale [x4]

Some say they saw him at the Great Lakes
Some say they saw him off the coast of Florida
My mother said she saw him in Chinatown
but you can’t always trust your mother

Off the Carolinas the sun shines brightly in the day
The lighthouse glow ghostly there at night
The chief of a local tribe had killed a racist mayor’s son
and he’d been on death row since 1958

The mayor’s kid was a rowdy pig
spit on Indians and lots worse
The old chief buried a hatchet in his head
life compared to death for him seemed worse

The tribal brothers gathered in the lighthouse to sing
and tried to conjure up a storm or rain
The harbor parted and the great whale sprang full up
and caused a hugh tidal wave

The wave crushed the jail and freed the chief
The tribe let out a roar
The whites were drowned
the browns and reds set free
but sadly one thing more

Some local yokel member of the NRA
kept a bazooka in his living room
and thinking he had the chief in his sight
blew the whale’s brains out with a lead harpoon

Last Great American Whale [x4]

Well Americans don’t care for much of anything
land and water the least
And animal life is low on the totem pole
with human life not worth more than infected yeast

Americans don’t care too much for beauty
They’ll shit in a river, dump battery acid in a stream
They’ll watch dead rats wash up on the beach
and complain if they can’t swim

They say things are done for the majority
Don’t believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear
It’s like what my painter friend Donald said to me
“Stick a fork in their ass and turn them over, they’re done”