Recoil - Tzu

And I’m sorry if it hurts but my anger burns

A conservative curse covers the land

I’ll be a spanner in the works of your fucked up plans

Mr prime minister explain once again

Why our country is at war but we all feel ashamed

Tell me what you’d say to all the parents of the dead

Of the soldiers who have fallen or the civilians bathed in red

This ain’t a just war, it’s just war and business

The aggressive pursuit of financial interest

The sycophantic pandering to US foreign policy

Don’t confuse this issue with our economy

Call me unpatriotic if I get this off my chest

I’m as Australian as political protest

Agitators, immigrants, misfits and underdogs

And you know what?

That’s the Australia I’m proud of

Being wary is good…

Australians all let us recoil

For we have no idea

We go to war for wealth and oil

Our home is girt by fear

Our land abounds in growing rifts

Dividing rich and poor

In histories page this is the age

Of fair justice ignored

(yeah)

Now the rulers they measure the indifference

Can you live with this history blistering

Like Coober Pedy opal images

Social conditions, no one will openly visit

The atrocious revisions of our forefathers decision

That cast a shadow like a desert oak but through my periscope

I can see the descendants hoping for a better sentence yo

Listen close up to the hum of the land

Wheat belt sort of thirsty for some sustenance and

The indelible scars from years of pastoralists hands

I can’t understand the land marks of the man

Grandson and grandfather, a real rift between them

The generation gap is gradually receding

Leaving only but a trace of what wars where faced

And what thoughts where paced in courts and states

And what locked doors erase soft spots from lost wars

And faith is a word we don’t give enough weight

(these days) I’m on the train and I’m feeling kind of sad

(these days) I want the rain just to nourish up the land

(these days) I’m looking for a song to sing under my breath

'cuase traditional colonial jigs they don’t represent me

Australians all let us recoil

For we have no idea

We go to war for wealth and oil

Our home is girt by fear

Our land abounds in growing rifts

Dividing rich and poor

In histories page this is the age

Of fair justice ignored