You can't think about the future still running from the past
Tall tales lie in history and flames burn through the memories
There's a country that is aching for a way to call its own
You can feel the mansions shaking as the first real seed is sown
Now you can't talk about the future if you're running from the past
It’s a terror in Australia, jails and guns and failure
Can you see the ships a coming, stately through the heads
And arched out over the white sails is the merchant’s flag of red
Now Captain Cook spawns Captain Coke and beer flows over rum
In a twinkling of an eye my friend they spent your dollars so very well
And those traditions they can't sell sit silent in the sun
Where ignorance and wealth combine to crush the fruit upon the vine
It’s a terror in Australia
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