Fatty Phew - Mallrats

This is a re-up edited version due to the missing disclaimer.

A song I produced for the Mountain to Mouth songline project for City of Greater Geelong. The brief was to choose a destination along the songline and write about it, so I chose Central Geelong and put my own little spin on it.

Written by Fatty Phew
Produced by Must Volkoff
Cuts by Trem1
Mixed by Trem1
Mastered by Joe Carra at Crystal Mastering
Filmed by B Wiv & Fatty Phew
Edited by Fatty Phew
Colour Grade by B Wiv

“The views, opinions and commentary presented in this video do not necessarily represent those of the City of Greater Geelong.”

You find us lurkin the streets and sittin on benches,
face from the papers, our names scribbled on fences,
dont know our story bro, but you orta know,
cos you got this opinion without knowin all of it though.
we're from broken homes thats past a repair man,
we call each other brother, and yeah their my fam,
played the same as you, wasn't nothin bad,
played hide and seek too, but cant find mum or dad,
think they went to score, and they aint comin back,
but my crew look after me and their got my fuckin back,
yeah we scrap, and quick to snap like a thunderclap,
its why we chop more trees g than a lumber jack,
yeah we're drop outs, dont know our a b c's,
but watch our p's and q's and know our g's and q.p's,
we failed our education so we seen as failures,
but to me its the education system that failed us.

yeah we’re mallrats, look like we give a fuck?
people like you dont know shit about us,
call us mallrats, but who are you to judge?
cos you dont know us, no, you dont know us,
x2


you think by puttin us prison it gets us back in the system,
we weren’t a part of society to begin with,
of course we quit, we aint stayin bruh,
noone ever gave a fuck, so thats just the same as us,
but they blame the drugs, ay wait up,
aint you the same one i saw at the pub way drunk?,
we scrap in the day, you call it a violent town,
but punch on drunk on a saturday a good a night out, yeah?
give our mates a slap and a fist bump, what up?
aint seen him in six months, he just did a bid cuz,
he got done for shit he did drunk, yeah shit was dumb,
but now he is more comfortable in there than he is with us,
make you sweat the whole story, nothing but the truth,
when the papers never tell the whole story, but it's true
been imprisoned out here, that aint a metaphor,
weve been judged way before we stepped in a court.

yeah we’re mallrats, look like we give a fuck?
people like you dont know shit about us,
call us mallrats, but who are you to judge?
cos you dont know us, no, you dont know us,
x2

ay ya wanna help out, and stop the town from meltin tdown,
stop seein us as a problem, and start helpin with ours,
this ice epidemic to me sounds like a depression one,
treat the symptom not the cause and change will never come,
some of us become lawyers, others fought for the country,
some sell houses, others feed you when your hungry,
some become youth workers, i know a phew,
another one wrote verses and spoke to you,
yeah we're Mallrats.