'Sub-Australian' Homeless Blues

‘SUB-AUSTRALIAN’ HOMELESS BLUES

Tony’s in the cabinet
makin’ negotiations
I’m at the petrol station
shaking from the implications
Ancient situation -
clans banned from their land
it’s sad, man, but understand
the grand plan is to expand!
Look out race,
we’re taking your space
we did back then
and we’re doing it again
you’d better locate a wire fence
run until your tears dry
let’s pretend our cloudy past
is a clear sky
live where you want, but
we don’t want ya nearby.

feel frustration
march in indignation
the media of the nation
labels you a vagrant.
go find your pesticide
hide behind aussie pride
try turn a blind eye
deny that it’s genocide.
Look out race
you’re just in the wrong place
we cut your power
don’t get sour
better keep a happy face
or else we’ll incarcerate
there’s always some displaced
at the rat race’s pace
violated human rights
play it off as play fights

exports, exploit
those who made a lifestyle choice
keep the rolls royce moist
pretend the people have a voice
mine land quick smart
don’t care if we mine hearts
start to tear the earth apart
orders of the rhinehearts
look out race,
we’re fucking this place
we suck, we deface,
must just be bad luck
that we’re a disgrace.
forget 'leave no trace'
if you’re gonna get paid
anything to make a buck
run amok in a truck.

beds burn, heads turn
away as the dead yearn
learn or earn, find an urn
your brother is the next to burn
heritage listed heresy,
find loopholes cleverly
a fat cat which was greedy
accidentally ate the treaty
look out race,
it’s not a fair place
the upper class in comfort spas
sittin safe as bumper cars
ask them how they’d go
booted out of their home
they wave it off saying
it’s not really the same thing
many australians in glass domes
still manage to throw stones