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The Herd
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(Radio talkback...) (Cheers) Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer Shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear Stranger in my own land, can't understand How the very word Australian has been damned I fucking hate myself, take 'Aussie' from my name Erase this endless shame, forever casting blame If you don't act the same will I destroy you? Everyone looks the same beaten, black and blue So I've had enough of these redneck pricks When fact is the only real shit that sticks Watch as I tear the very skin from my face So none'll see my race, my deep disgrace Your not even from here in the first place And those that are you wanna further debase Nup, no more, never again whether by fist or pen I will defend, 'cause I'm at a loose end The shattered remnants of Aussie dignity I'm a skip, whitey, round-eye surprise me By using your shrivelled brain to please explain How the clever country just went down the drain We rode the sheep's back now the sheep ride you If this is how its gonna be don't call me 'true blue' I denounce my ancestors, wounds still fester If you say 'it ain't so' I suggest ya' wake up (Chorus) It's time for you to Wake up - this country needs a fucking shake up Wake up - these cunts need a shake up (x4) Talkback squawking hacks won't relax Until Jones'why, Zemanek and Laws are all axed 77 percent of aussies are racist And if you're here, I'll say it your faces Rich redneck pricks still hold all the aces So I'll buy ya a beer, with an arsenic chaser Better off dead? is that what I've said? Tempting to take for all the blood you've shed No doubt your as bad as your dads and ya mums Mainsteam media making me so fucking glum Just anglo reality, intellectual cavities Channel 9 fostering prejudiced mentalities I won't be a casualty, just mention casually That I can't stand for you shit-eating bullies Preying on peeps without a mainstream voice Most of you stay silent but I've got no choice (Chorus) Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no fukin' avail That you're a stranger yourself now that's the sting in the tail Captain Cook was the very first queue jumper It was immigrant labour that made Australia plumper Enough is enough, whiteys go pack your stuff Don't wanna live in England? That's fucking tough I'm sick and tired of this redneck wonderland Most've you stay silent and I can't understand I just can't understand (understand) (Chorus)
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