Orchestra Of Grunt
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by Scott Cooper and Craig Ross

Out here in Oz we got a breed of our own,
hanging laps on the weekend, the cars their home,
our heroes wear helmets, riding horses of steel,
and the roar of the engine is the music they feel.

From ground shakin' fuellers to Formula One,
when it's in your blood it can't be undone,
from the legends of Brock, Dicky, Richo and Moff,
they're shapin' our history, just doing their stuff.

V8's on the mountain boys, Bathurst comes alive,
possums in the forrest just tryin' to survive,
victors smokin' down the strip, five seconds for the Chev,
they prowl the streets out on the hunt,
the thunder of the orchestra of grunt.

Revheads marching to a diffrent beat,
the volume controls right under their feet,
the music comes from the engines roar,
the louder the better, yeah there ain't no more.

V8's on the mountain boys, Bathurst comes alive,
possums in the forrests just tryin' to survive,
victors smokin' down the strip, five seconds for the Chev,
they prowl the streets out on the hunt,
the thunder of the orchestra of grunt.

- guitar solo -

repeat twice and outro