There's a road train going nowhere. Roads are cut, lines are down. We'll be staying at the Roma Bar. Till that monsoon passes on. . The backbone of this country's broken.
In the cities and the towns. The word is coming down. No more doubt, no more pain. There's been a dragging of the chain. Now there's a price we gotta pay.
I'm gonna wait for the moment to come. I'm gonna wait till we all stop from running. Boxed in like candles, polar bear pride. Turning to terror as the script is read out.
We don't serve your country. Don't serve your king. Know your custom don't speak your tongue. White man came took everyone. . We don't serve your country.