The Long Arm

The Long Arm is reaching for you

Wants to wrest and take control

It struck down your family

Now it's aimin' for your soul

It's grasp is filled with hate

It's fingers are naught but fear

White knuckled, it grips you

Til your eyes fill with tears

We fight for freedom, freedom

For poetry and song

We fight for actors and authors

It's them artists who make us strong

The Long Arm took our planet

Down our throats, it done rammed

The promise of unification

But it left us all damned

Laid waste to our landscape

While its pockets grew fat

Left us homeless and cold

Now it's time we fight back

We fight for freedom, freedom

For poetry and song

We fight for painters and potters

It's them artists who make us strong

We're done running from the Long Arm

Browncoats rise again

We'll weaken your grip

And the stories that you spin

Like you done with all your lies

That you packed in your fist

Well you ain't seen the truth yet

Till you seen us resist

We fight for freedom, freedom

For poetry and song

We fight for dancers and dreamers

It's them artists who make us strong

We fight for freedom, freedom

For poetry and song

We fight for laborers and learners

It's you who make us strong