[Pre-Verse: Jimblah]
Who's gonna lead this fight
If the country's blinded
If the country's blind
And who's gonna question why?
Our country's blinded
Our country's blind
[Verse 1: Jimblah]
It's a fucking war cry
Reclaim what?
Super fly shit, Jetta, for real, we fucking fed up homie
Tell me what's good, "What's good homie?"
Schooled by a system that's ran by a bunch of crooks
Baby I'm the fucking president, king shit in my element
Nation on my back and homie I ain't break a sweat
A.U.S leadership, national embarrassment
Party up in Canberra with a bunch of fucking larrikins
[Hook 1: Thelma Plum]
Look at all the trouble that you've made
Holding up a mirror to what we're afraid of
Showing us a truth we can't escape
So we call it any other name
[Verse 2: Urthboy]
Cause you won't face the truth don't make it less true
And hide it with excuses that you claim offend you
Say you don't like the way number 37 threatened you
Swear to God you wounded by the spear he threw and his point of view
And who the fuck is he to make us question who we are?
And don't he know who makes the rules under these southern stars?
A dog is whistling, assassinate his character
And we ain't trying to hear none of his diplomatic charm
And how much history can we re-write while we caught up in the glare
From when he shone a light that shot up like a flair
The scoundrels that unite, denying that despair
Our darkest side is laid bare, and they dare to say
Who's gonna lead this fight
If the country's blinded
If the country's blind
And who's gonna question why?
Our country's blinded
Our country's blind
[Verse 1: Jimblah]
It's a fucking war cry
Reclaim what?
Super fly shit, Jetta, for real, we fucking fed up homie
Tell me what's good, "What's good homie?"
Schooled by a system that's ran by a bunch of crooks
Baby I'm the fucking president, king shit in my element
Nation on my back and homie I ain't break a sweat
A.U.S leadership, national embarrassment
Party up in Canberra with a bunch of fucking larrikins
[Hook 1: Thelma Plum]
Look at all the trouble that you've made
Holding up a mirror to what we're afraid of
Showing us a truth we can't escape
So we call it any other name
[Verse 2: Urthboy]
Cause you won't face the truth don't make it less true
And hide it with excuses that you claim offend you
Say you don't like the way number 37 threatened you
Swear to God you wounded by the spear he threw and his point of view
And who the fuck is he to make us question who we are?
And don't he know who makes the rules under these southern stars?
A dog is whistling, assassinate his character
And we ain't trying to hear none of his diplomatic charm
And how much history can we re-write while we caught up in the glare
From when he shone a light that shot up like a flair
The scoundrels that unite, denying that despair
Our darkest side is laid bare, and they dare to say
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