Woorden: Herd, The. 77%.

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(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, cos I'm at a loose end

The shattered remnants of Aussie dignity

I'm a skip, whitey, round-eye suprise 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 aint so' I suggest ya' wake up



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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'y, 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



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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 thats 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)



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