Report to the Mist

[Intro: Briggs & Trials]
Again and again, again and again
You know they're killing us, right?
Gorillas, gorillas, report to the mist

[Chorus: Briggs & Trials]
We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones
Stepping on our side, that's where you put a foot wrong
Roll call, report for duty
Roll call, report for duty
We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones
Stepping on our side, that's where you put a foot wrong
Roll call, report for duty
Roll call, report for duty

[Verse 1: Briggs]
"Australia never had a bad past"?
Where the fuck did I get these scars?
Where the fuck you keep those whips?
How the fuck can I smoke cigars?
Who does he think he is?
What kind of message he sent to the kids? (Fuckin' nerd)
Do what you want when you want
And take their money until you're rich
I been out of fucks to give since '86 (Told, no fucks)
What the fuck is this?
Death by cop for a traffic stop and all I'm sayin' is, "Fuck the pigs"
Oh, no—shouldn't say that
Oh, no—that'll come back
Oh, no—I know ASIO are listenin' and I could catch one in the back
If you're Aboriginal in the divisional
Odds are that they plan on killin' you—coon
You're just paper work, you'll be in the dirt—soon
And they'll get sent away on a paid holiday, funded leave
Brother, please, "Fuck the police" is the least I'm gonna say

[Interlude: Briggs, Trials, Both]
Gorillas, gorillas
That's the least, fuck the police
Gorillas, gorillas
That's what the system is, the 'just us' system
Again and again, every day
Gorillas, gorillas
Built to put you inside, keep them out
Gorillas, gorillas
That's the sickness

[Verse 2: Trials]
I said true that, listen here though
They wanna make y'all disappear though
Dialing 'M' for murder, heard that triple-zero, fuckin' hero
Get it clear though, that gets buried
The blacker the berry, the more in the dark
Walk into court's a walk in the park
Hand on my heart, balls in my palm
I'm charged with being black and always tryin' to say my peace (Say what?)
They wanna hold me back but suck my dick and c'est la vie
Now can I breathe? (Uh-uh) Well, can I breathe? (Uh-uh)
Am I charged? (Uh-uh) Well, can I leave?

[Interlude: Briggs, Briggs & Trials]
Gorillas, gorillas
There's no such thing as a good cop
No such thing as a good police officer
Gorillas, gorillas
There's good people
Gorillas, gorillas
The whole system? It doesn't work for us
There's no such thing as a justice system
Gorillas, gorillas
It's the legal system

[Verse 3: Trials]
Oh, no, oh, yeah
Tell me, how can it be so fair
That we dying younger, hiding from the police man over there?
Just for breathing in the air, they wanna leave me in the chair
Electric shocking, body rocking, Beat Street-ing me to death
Mr Policeman! Motherfuck you and that whole precinct
The sergeants and inspectors who protects us from protectors
Said there's a glimpse of hope, then you ain't talking to them kids
Said gorillas, gorillas, report to the mist

[Verse 4: Briggs]
My disorder's distorted, to the mist I'm reportin'
I put my brother boys on 'cause I can afford it
They say they treatin' us equal, but they don't treat us like people
These devils are evil, they got me hatin' their beagles
The blacker the berry, the bigger the charge
The whiter the lies, the deeper facade
The whiter the crime, the looser the cuffs
And the blacker the skin, and that noose is for us

[Chorus: Briggs & Trials]
We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones
Stepping on our side, that's where you put a foot wrong
Roll call, report for duty
Roll call, report for duty
We got a team with us, you thought we were the good ones
Stepping on our side, that's where you put a foot wrong
Roll call, report for duty
Roll call, report for duty

[Outro: Briggs & Trials]
Gorillas, gorillas (You thought we were the good ones)
Gorillas, gorillas (That's where you put a foot wrong)
Gorillas, gorillas (Report for duty)
Gorillas, gorillas (Report for duty)