77% Lyrics - Singles - Herd

(Radio talkback...) 

(Cheers) Well I'm left sitting here staring into a beer 

shaking my head at the same ol' loathing and fear 

Stranger in my own land, can't understand 

How the very word Australian has just been damned 

I fucking hate myself, take 'Aussie' from my name 

Erase this endless shame, forever casting blame 

If you don't act the same will I destroy you? 

Everyone looks the same beaten, black and blue 

So I've had enough of these redneck pricks 

When fact is the only real shit that sticks 

Watch as I tear the very skin from my face 

So none'll see my race, my deep disgrace 

Your not even from here in the first place 

And those that are you wanna further debate 

Nup, no more, never again whether by fist or pen 

I will defend, cos I'm at a loose end 

The shattered remnants of Aussie dignity 

I'm a skip, whitey, round-eye suprise me 

By using your shrivelled brain to please explain 

How the clever country just went down the drain 

We rode the sheep's back now the sheep ride you 

If this is how its gonna be don't call me 'true blue' 

I denounce my ancestors, wounds still fester 

If you say 'it aint so' I suggest ya' wake up 

(Chorus) 

It's time for you to 

Wake up - this country needs a fucking shake up 

Wake up - these cunts need a shake up (x4) 

Talkback squawking hacks won't relax 

Until Jones'y, Zemanek and Laws are all axed 

77 percent of aussies are racist 

And if you're here, I'll say it your faces 

Rich redneck pricks still hold all the aces 

So I'll buy ya a beer, with an arsenic chaser 

Better off dead? is that what I've said? 

Tempting to take for all the blood you've shed 

No doubt your as bad as your dads and ya mums 

Mainsteam media making me so fucking glum 

Just anglo reality, intellectual cavities 

Channel 9 fostering prejudiced mentalities 

I won't be a casualty, just mention casually 

That I can't stand for you shit-eating bullies 

Preying on peeps without a mainstream voice 

Most of you stay silent but I've got no choice 

(Chorus) 

Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail 

Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no avail 

Well I've yelled my lungs out but to no fukin' avail 

That you're a stranger yourself now thats the sting in the tail 

Captain Cook was the very first queue jumper 

It was immigrant labour that made Australia plumper 

Enough is enough, whiteys go pack your stuff 

Don't wanna live in England? That's fucking tough 

I'm sick and tired of this redneck wonderland 

Most've you stay silent and I can't understand 

I just can't understand (understand) 

(Chorus)