| I’ll sink slowly into cement
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| running round the city square
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| I’ve always felt a little different
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| now I can breath in the anger on the dirty air
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| grubby beauty blocked out by streets and time
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| painted their slogans on the silhouette of my skyline
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| It is not enough to be quiet on the train back home
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| A change is gonna come, our country’s mind can’t stay this closed
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| Enter the decade fearing failing and our heart starts beating in time
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| with the white noise and the ranting and raving, their official party line
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| we must respond we need a fight, decide how the destitute will survive and then
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| die
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| So wipe that shit-eating grin off your punchable face
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| these people are human beings that you’ll destroy and displace
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| when you sit in Kirribilli House and there’s no one else around do you know
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| just to keep your job you’re putting bodies in the ground
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| drowning refugees at sea, kiss babies screaming vote for me
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| I’ll take you to the future via the 1950s
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| Were we supposed to feel hope when you said you’d stop the boats?
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| cause that’s some fucking evil shit, politicizing killing kids, drip feeding
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| fear into our brains, new leader clearly insane
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| gonna change the culture in our cultured minds
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| start a war with an alibi we can justify |