The Lucky Country

[Intro (Sampled)]
Nowhere in the world, I would venture, is the message more stark than Australia. We cannot simply sweep injustice aside. And, as I say, the starting point might be to recognise that the problem starts with us, the non-Aboriginal Australians. It begins, I think, with an act of recognition.

[Spoken]
This isn't about hate or guilt
This is about a whole lot of backwards shit this country was built on
It continues to go on in two-thousand-and-seven

[Verse 1]
I dozed off, walked until the road stopped
Wrapped in a blood-stained flag
Lost like hope in a land where disdain for man's
Engrained to the crust like shame what I stand
And pain has changed hands in our nation
The lucky country, built on lies, shaky foundations
Of bloodlust, the façade of discovery
Outback revenge, colonial thuggery
We waved the past with pride, provided
That it suit, but shit, it ain't nothin' to rewrite
And we fly them flags in the streets for the ANZACS
Then we stand back, try to wash our hands clean
Of disease, displacement, disregard
Dismayed at how they dismiss the scars
And ship this distant sex to a distant past
But, my man, this ours
Still we ain't tryna hear it, mate, eyes on the interest rate
Pokin' the dinner plate, watchin' these politicians figure skate
Let 'em all in, as long as they integrate
With the right values and add to the cityscape
Lucky, this country will never be
No matter how selective the collective memory
And me? Well you can call me an enemy
Embedded like the psychology of dependency, let it breathe

[Chorus]
The lucky country, sunburnt land
But it ain't all sunny, better understand
The lies that this country was built on
'Cause lies in this country are still strong, uh
The lucky country, sunburnt land
But it ain't all sunny, better understand
That luck won't wash this blood-stained earth
'Cause luck ain't nothin' but a accident at birth

[Interlude (Sampled)]
"Prime Minister Howard has defended his position that Australia is not a country of racists, despite the recent Cronulla riots."
"It's not just a few Middle Eastern bastards at the weekend, it's thousands. Cronulla's a very long beach, and it's been taken over by this scum. It's not a few causing trouble, it's all of them."

[Verse 2]
Uh
Dozed off, woke to the city in flames
Engulfed by years of tension, which sizzled away
With battle-lines drawn in the sand, stand tall and fight
Southern-cross cock, lifted and aimed
The day hate climbed high my metropolis divided
The populous, shining, like "who on top of this?"
Still so clear, still dizzy with shame
We knew that Sydney would never Sydney again
Brandish flags in the December light
Tryna put it all together, like "how it came to this?"
It gets deeper, really they all just dogs
Barkin' at each other 'bout where they piss
And that's the reason why I don't fuck with either side
To me they all the same and they ain't shit, but
Doesn't matter where you were raised, if you braving the crowd
All tough with the gang, you a straight up bitch
Talk-back line sizzlin' with division
And every front-page splashed with fear
We're right where they want us, wedge politics, us vs. them
Brave face but we all know collapse is near
But these kids, they don't know what they fightin' for
Or that they pissin' on the flag people died for
This ain't nothin' but my thoughts
It's high tide, open up your eyes more (your eyes more)

[Chorus]
The lucky country, sunburnt land
But it ain't all sunny, better understand
You can veil that hate as pride, stay scared
Defend your values, the stakes is high
The lucky country, sunburnt land
But it ain't all sunny, better understand
Why you fly that flag in the sky for?
It's just my thoughts, open up your mind more

[Outro]
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
These cunts still need a shake-up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
These cunts still need a shake-up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
These cunts need a fuckin' shake-up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
I guess we all need a shake-up