They buried me up to my neck in the dry December ground The cold came up to get me Blinded me in this land
The Queen was in the picture frame in the weatherboard schoolhouse And I wondered what she was doing hanging there And why we stood up when they played her song In our land
They banished us to desert lands we never understood To share it with the bones of dinosaurs We found where we stood In our land
Sentenced me to 40 years and a tall ship made of wood Sent me down to Sydney town It was there I made good In this land
But every action has an opposite reaction But every lie has an equal and opposite lie And every day is an accident waiting to happen For every life there's ten more waiting in line
But every action has an opposite reaction But every lie has an equal and opposite lie
The dust still smells of Indian ink in our English history We had to learn all their kings by name Not a black face to be seen In this land
Compositores: James Paul Moginie (APRA), Martin Magnus Rotsey (APRA), Peter Roberts Garrett (APRA), Robert George Hirst (APRA), Wayne Stevens (APRA)Editor: Sony/atv Music Publishing Australia P/l (APRA)ECAD verificado obra #15709720 em 07/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM