The lord is my temple. God is by my side. You pay rates on that temple. Build materials at the side. He gives reasons. To get through the day. He doesn't have rinse action.
The God forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the bar. The kids discover victims in the rubble and the tar. They're married to ambition to the slogans of the war.
Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?. Whatcha gonna do now, now that it's done?. The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down..
Well oh well I feel I'm in decay. John Laws is on the air again. It's heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground. I see a million sand speck'd ants in mortal combat hand to hand.
One thing's for sure. That it's still the same. That young folk die. For some noble aim. And they live so fast. But they die so young. And we just keep wondering.
Up there on the platform. He is speaking to the people. The people are responding. With clapping and a'cheering. But the meaning of the message. Not revealed to those assembled.
There is enough for everyone. In Redfern as there is in Alice. This is not the Buckingham Palace. This the crown land. This is the brown land. This is not our land.