Recoil

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Joelistics] First verse is a volley of words And I'm sorry if it hurts, but my anger burns A conservative curse covers the land I'll be a spanner in the works of your fucked up plans Mr. Prime Minister, explain once again Why our country is at war, but we all feel ashamed? Tell me what you'd say to all the parents of the dead Of the soldiers who have fallen or the civilians bathed in red? This ain't a just war, it's just war and business The aggressive pursuit of financial interest The sycophantic pandering to US foreign policy Don't confuse this issue with our economy Call me unpatriotic when I get this off my chest I'm as Australian as political protest Agitators, immigrants, misfits and underdogs And you know what? That's the Australia I'm proud of [Chorus] Australians all let us recoil For we have no idea We go to war for wealth and oil Our home is girt by fear Our land abounds in growing rifts Dividing rich and poor In histories page, this is the age Of fair justice ignored [Instrumental Break] [Verse 2: Seed MC] Yeah Now the rulers, they measure the indifference Can you live with this history? Blistering like Coober Pedy opal images Social conditions (No one will openly visit) The atrocious revisions of our forefathers decisions That cast a shadow like a desert oak But through my periscope, I can see the descendants hoping for a better sentence, yo Listen close up to the hum of the land Wheatbelt's kinda thirsty for some sustenance and The indelible scars from years of pastoralists hands I can't understand the land marks of the man Grandson and grandfather, a real rift between them The generation gap is gradually receding Leaving only but a trace of what wars were faced And what thoughts were paced in courts and states And what locked doors erase soft spots from lost wars And faith is a word we don't give enough weight (These days) I'm on the train and I'm feeling kind of sad (These days) I want the rain just to nourish up the land (These days) I'm looking for a song to sing under my breath 'Cause traditional colonial jigs, they don't represent me [Chorus] Australians all let us recoil For we have no idea We go to war for wealth and oil Our home is girt by fear Our land abounds in growing rifts Dividing rich and poor In histories page this is the age Of fair justice ignored