Letras
"You make sure your blokes don't go walkabout on Saturday
I want everyone there at least an hour before the game"
"It ain't like that no more"
"What?"
"I said, it's not like that anymore"
"What's not?"
Yo, can't see what's not incarceration
And yet not one cop yet to be locked up
Palm Island lockup, look up, the sky's falling
Change courts, look, the law's talking
Saying nothing that we ain't heard before
In my hood, the police step out the car door
Is it too hard or is that what you're there for?
Racial profile, huh, and therefore
Assumptions get made, man, it must've been
A good dose of hate made the country this way
Yo, they took the children away
And there's still two systems of justice to this day
Sorry, see, that's a long way from sovereignty
White fellas still get away with robbery
Seem like we need a big corroboree
Where we don't have to turn our backs on the apology
You can turn away or you can try to end the pain
If you can see how it really is (Well)
No time to entertain thoughts
We're one blood, yes, of course
We're off course as it is
The sun beats down and burns the white skin
Forefathers armed with sticks of lightning
Disease and booze with dehumanising
Cold iron of an empire rising
As pale a skin, as pale as death
Got swept like floodwater down for blood
We kidnap children, that's what our
Enlightened pilgrims did to kill them
Is genocide God's work? We don't know a thing about shame
Just Darwin to frame
Pass the blame like a share and dispute
The racism inherent in the endless cycle
How can we celebrate Cook's arrival
Now whole people celebrate mere survival?
What if your brother was Doomadgee
Or like Kev Carmody and planned his own eulogy?
We're disgracefully so far along
With half-hearted attempts to address the wrong