[Spoken: Solo]
Wassup Australia? We go by the name of Horrorshow. Come here today to perform the title track off our latest album, King Amongst Many, but, uh, we've flipped it up a little bit. Done somethin' a bit special. A Diddy take it away. They asked me for my two cents on the election. I'm no expert, but uh, I call it how I see it. Let's do it.

[Intro: Solo]
Party people what I really wanna know
Are you feeling, are you feeling Horrorshow?
Yeah, party people what I really wanna know
Are you feeling, are you feeling Horrorshow?

[Verse: Solo]
Step inside the mind of he who's tryna be the next in line
But let me flip it for a minute, it's election time
When everybody get's to swinging left or right
And we hear about it on the television every night
While the pollies squabble like children in question time
And their spies traded gossip about Julia and Kevin like
They were Britney and Federline, I stay getting mine
Minutes later seen the Queen slain in regicide
Pressed up suits in red and blue ties
Who to choose, behind closed doors men with no faces reside
So while the nation decides
No one believes no more 'cause the imagination has died
So I'm stepping to the voting booth like, "What am I supposed to do?
Who's my preference going to?" Knowing change is overdue
Labor party, far right, hardline policy
For those who've come across the seas we've boundless hypocrisy
Let's be honest though, the other side is yelling, "Stop the boats"
Want to guard the coastline with robot drones
And I don't want no part in that
If I hear another word about the carbon tax I'ma have a heart attack
At the party in my b-boy stance
Hearing noise from crazy chaps who ain't exactly brainiacs
Like Jaymes Diaz, kissing babies, shaking hands
But don't know a single item on his six point plan, damn
Bob Katter and Clive Palmer
Inane chatter trying hard to make me die of laughter
A melting pot of hot shot lawyers and bogans
And everything reduced down to vox pops and slogans
Slash the public service till we make the budges surplus
Another episode in this unfunny circus
Predictable and tired, critical and uninspired
And this is who will be addressing [?]?
[Chorus: Solo]
It's like, heavy is the head of the kind amongst many
Don't try to take the reins of the hand that's unsteady
Money on your mind, or hungry in your belly
If you want me, well then, come get me, get me
I'm singing heavy is the head of the kind amongst many
Don't try to take the reins of the hand that's unsteady
Money on your mind, or hungry in your belly
If you want me, well then, come get me