| I feel no pride in our flag
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| Embarrassed by my mates that still use the word 'faggot'
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| No depth in our culture
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| No knowledge of our people 'cause the schools never told us about the invasion
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| Of this great land and i feel so frustrated
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| I grit my teeth
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| Let the voices that I hear, on tour, backstage
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Chewing on the tips of my fingers
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| I can taste the stolen earth beneath my nails
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| 250 years, since he set sail
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| And I’m tryna do right
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| But I got a letter from the Nationals in my mail
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| Now i reckon my mates are sexist just for tryna chase some tail
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| And you can fuck right off
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| Yeah, yeah you can fuck right off
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect
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| Fuck me, I could be politically incorrect |
| And you can fuck right off |