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[Intro & Verse 1: Jimblah]
Who’s gonna lead this fight
If the country’s blinded
If the country’s blind
And who’s gonna question why?
Our country’s blinded
Our country’s blind
It’s a fucking war cry
Reclaim what?
Super fly shit, Jetta
For real, we fucking fed up
Homie, tell me what’s good
What’s good homie?
Schooled by the system that’s ran by a bunch of crooks
Baby I’m the fucking president
King shit in my element
Nation on my back
And homie I ain’t break a sweat
A.U.S leadership
National embarrassment
Party up in Canberra
With a bunch of fucking larrikins
[Hook 1: Thelma Plum]
Look at all the trouble that you’ve made
Holding up a mirror to what we’re afraid of
Showing us a truth we can’t escape
So we call it any other name
[Verse 2: Urthboy]
Cause you won’t face the truth don’t make it less true
And hide it with excuses that you claim offend you
Say you don’t like the way number 37 threatened you
Swear to God you wounded by the spear he threw
And his point of view
And who the fuck is he to make us question who we are?
And don’t he know who makes the rules
Under these southern stars?
A dog is whistling, assassinate his character
And we ain’t trying to hear none of his diplomatic charm
And how much history can we re-write
While we caught up in the glare
From when he shone a light
That shot up like a flair
The scoundrels that unite
Denying that despair
Our darkest side is laid bare
And they dare to say
[Hook 1: Thelma Plum]
[Hook 2: Thelma Plum and Jimblah]
At the end of the day, my heart’s breaking again
I am so ashamed
I am so ashamed
You can try and deny but it’s simple and plain
Everything must change
Everything must change
It’s a fucking war cry
[Verse 3: Solo]
I can’t make this any clearer
You looking for a problem
Say you’re looking for an answer
Well, I think I’ve got it
See you refuse to see it
But let’s be honest now
Both things are staring back out at you from the mirror
Let’s lead these backwater lambs to the slaughter
Cause these the dying seconds of the final quarter
Eddie McGuire preaching to the coward’s choir
Like that beach in the Shire
Still our beds are on fire
See the cops in a picket line
An image from a different time
Still we clash with civil rights
(Something isn’t right)
You can deny it all you like
You can hide behind pride
You can claim that white privilege is your God-given right
But don’t be coming round here with all of that
„I ain’t a racist, but”
I’ll make it plain and simple
I hope it’s plain enough
Racist is as racist does
So if you’re doing something racist
Hate to break it you’re a racist cuz
(Like OB said back in ’03 „We need a shaking up”)
[Bridge: Jimblah]
I done stood up to the whole damn crowd
Just to say it out loud
My name emblazed in gold
I done tore down the throne where they sat upon
Their Power is no more
On the hierarchy of a soil they claim
Unfair and a law that is no one’s friend
I done stood up to the whole damn crowd
And I told them this
Shit it’s a fucking war cry
[Hook 2: Thelma Plum and Jimblah]
[Outro: Thelma Plum, Jimblah, Solo]
This is my home
I know my place in this, and so I’m facing this
I know my place in this
I can’t see any other way
I know my place in this, and so I’m facing this
This can’t be known by any other name
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