Spit Syndicate
The Lucky Country
(Intro)

This isn't about hate or guilt, this is about a whole lot of backwards shit this country was built on, and continues to go on today in 2007

I dozed off, walked until the road stopped, wrapped in a blood-stained flag
Lost like hope in a land where disdain for man's engrained to the crust like shame's what I stand
Our pain has changed hands in our nation, the lucky country, built on lies, shaky foundations
Of bloodlust, the façade of discovery, outback revenge, colonial thuggery
We waved the past with pride, provided that it suits us, coz shit, it ain't nothin' to rewrite
And we fly them flags in the streets for the ANZACS, then we stand back, try to wash our hands clean
Of disease, displacement, disregard, dismayed at how they dismiss the scars
And ship this distant sex to a distant past, but my man, this ours
Still we ain't try'na hear it mate, eyes on the interest rate, pokin' the dinner plate, watchin' these politicians figureskate
Let 'em all in, as long as they integrate with the right values and add to the cityscape
Lucky, this country will never be, no matter how selective the collective memory
And me? Well you can call me an enemy, embedded like the psychology of dependency, let it breathe

The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand
The lies that this country was built on, 'cause lies in this country are still strong
The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand
The luck won't wash this blood-stained earth, 'cause luck ain't nothin' but an accident at birth

(Interlude)

I dozed off, woke to the city in flames, engulfed by years of tension which sizzled away
With battle-lines drawn in the sand, stand tall and fight, southern-cross cock lifted and aimed
The day hate climbed high, my metropolis divided, the populous, shining, like who on top of this
Still so clear, still dizzy with shame, we knew that Sydney would never Sydney again
Brandish flags in the December light, try'na put it all together, like, how it came to this
It gets deeper, really they all just dogs, barkin' at each other 'bout where they piss
And that's the, reason why I don't fuck wit' either side, to me they all the same and they ain't shit
Doesn't matter where you were raised, if you braving the crowd, or tough with the gang, you're a straight up bitch
Talk-back line sizzlin' with division and every front-page splashed with fear
We're right where they want us, wedged[?] politics, us vs. them, brave face but we all know collapse is near
But these kids, they don't know what they fightin' for, or that they pissin' on the flag people died for
This ain't nothin' but my, thoughts, it's high tide, open up your eyes more (your eyes more)

The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand
You can veil that hate as pride, they scared, defend your values, the stakes is high
The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand
Why you fly that flag in the sky for? It's just, my thoughts, open up your mind more

Wake up x4
These cunts still need a shake-up. x2

Wake up x4
These cunts need a fuckin' shake-up

Wake up x4
I guess we all need a shake-up