كلمات Terror Australia

You can't think about the future still running from the past Tall tales lie in history and flames burn through the memories There's a country that is aching for a way to call its own You can feel the mansions shaking as the first real seed is sown Now you can't talk about the future if you're running from the past It’s a terror in Australia, jails and guns and failure Can you see the ships a coming, stately through the heads? And arched out over the white sails is the merchant’s flag of red Now Captain Cook spawns Captain Coke and beer flows over rum In a twinkling of an eye, my friend, they spent your dollars very well And those traditions they can't sell sit silent in the sun Where ignorance and wealth combine to crush the fruit upon the vine It’s a terror in Australia And those traditions they can't sell sit silent in the sun Where ignorance and wealth combine to crush the fruit upon the vine You can't think about the future still running from the past It’s a terror in Australia, jails and guns and failure It’s a terror in Australia It’s a terror in Australia It’s a terror in Australia