The Natives Rebel

Somewhere in the background
comes a vioce with vigour
which they try to shout down
while gripping an anxious trigger

Hey, yeah you, remeber me!?
I’m still here, still around
You think that you can put us down?
You stole our kids, you stole our land
now you reckon this aint our country!?

You’re gonna give land free to some squatters,
‘cause they vote for your mob.
You reckon we’re a bunch of yobs
for demanding what you give to them
you’re gonna give the land to them from public coffers.

You gubbas have got a bloody cheek,
giving away our home for free,
so some bastard can have steak for tea.
You say we’re pampered welfare cheats,
but you give welfare to a bloody shiek!

Your ears must be full of wax,
no listening to what we say.
We’re gonna get angry, okay!?
We’re not gonna be bullshitted anymore,
you go and stuff your fucking tax!

Apparently you’re respectful of God’s truth,
then why are the Churches on our side?
You’re taking everyone for a ride -
this sham of a pure and noble past,
where you hide the unpleasant truth.

Some of us slipped through your racist net,
we got an education, we got a job!
Now we’re doing whats best for our mob.
So you think we’re getting a little loud?
Let me tell you, you aint seen nothin’ yet!

Our people are gonna stamp their feet,
we’ll agitate, protest, scream and shout
and though you think we’ve got no clout,
there’s a lot more people who think we're right
good folks who’ll join our fight for justice

see ya on the streets!


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