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I've got an itch that I cannot scratch
Right down in the middle of this ageing back

Three things that we cannot say
Invasion, genocide, Australia Day.

We're the violence
we're the godsend
we're the Virus
We're the wokest
we're the leftest
we're the silence
Look at the ground, what do I see
60,000 years staring back at me

What you think about that Jack?
31 years and I'm talking back
What you think about that Jack
60,000 why don't we give it back?

At my school, they taught the Russian revolution
The stump jump plough and the Roman constitution

No Bennelong, Namatjira, no William Barak
Beds are burning always gotta give it back?

No Truganini, Jandamurra, no Billy Barlow
No referendum, stolen children, no Eddie Mabo

No language, no treaty, no respect for the land
No problems, no solution, nowhere left to stand

What you think about that Jack?
31 years and I'm talking back
What you think about that Jack?
60,000 years we gotta give it back

I took a walk down to the lighthouse today
Looking for a plaque there that should say
That 14 were massacred here on this day
Women and children cut down where they lay

How deep are your pockets?
How deeps your coal mine?
Nothing is as deep as the deepest of time.

Menzies ghost on the dock of the bay
sitting in our arm chairs sipping chardonnay

Barriers and bands and frontier walls
Made an effort to silence the voices of old

What you think about that jack?