Recoil Lyrics & Tabs by TZU
Recoil
guitar chords lyrics
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 if I get this off my chest
I'm as Australian as political protest,
agitators, immigrants, misfits and underdogs
Call me unpatriotic if 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
Being wary is good...
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
(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 decision
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
wheat belt sort of 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 where faced
and what thoughts where 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
'cuase traditional colonial jigs they don’t represent me
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
