Livin’ in the Land of the Sycophants
What with all the media song ‘n’ dance
Charlie’s back in the land of the sycophants
Thought it would a be a cake walk
Until a girl called Lidia spotted her chance
She harangued poor Charlie with wrathful critique
He with no paddle was way up shit creek
All the while under the international media glare
The torrent of abuses from colonialists so bleak
The continued refusal of moolawa to tell the truth
The stolen children, the persecution of our youth
The lock ‘em up and throw away the key mentality
Murder, rape, genocide crimes of humanity so uncouth
And Charlie, the sycophantic coward’s head of state
The one person who could deliver treaty on a plate
Turned his bloodstained cheek and walked away
Leaving the Blakfellas to contemplate their fate!
We all know that every dog has its day
And it’ll come to pass that the Blakfellas will have their say
The future has been spoken ‘n’ all hell will cut loose
Blakfellas ‘n’ allies with a girl leadin’ the way!
Chorus:
On and on we go, balanda haven’t been listenin’
No matter whose arse they’ve been kissin’
And it didn’t happen
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