The Lucky Country Lyrics & Tabs by Spit Syndicate
The Lucky Country
guitar chords lyrics
This isn't about hate or guilt, this is about a whole lot of backwards shit this country was built on, and continues to go on today in 2007.
I dozed off, walked until the road stopped, wrapped in a blood-stained flag.
Lost like hope in a land where disdain for man's engrained to the crust like shame's what I stand.
Our pain has changed hands in our nation, the lucky country, built on lies, shaky foundations,
of bloodlust, the façade of discovery, outback revenge, colonial thuggery.
We waved the past with pride, provided that it suits us, coz shit, it ain't nothin' to rewrite.
And we fly them flags in the streets for the ANZACS, then we stand back, try to wash our hands clean
of disease, displacement, disregard, dismayed at how they dismiss the scars
And ship this distant sex to a distant past, but my man, this ours
Still we ain't try'na hear it mate, eyes on the interest rate, pokin' the dinner plate, watchin' these politicians figureskate
Let 'em all in, as long as they integrate with the right values and add to the cityscape
Lucky, this country will never be, no matter how selective the collective memory
And me? Well you can call me an enemy, embedded like the psychology of dependency, let it breathe.
The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand.
The lies that this country was built on, 'cause lies in this country are still strong.
And me? Well you can call me an enemy, embedded like the psychology of dependency, let it breathe.
The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand.
The lies that this country was built on, 'cause lies in this country are still strong.
The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand.
The luck won't wash this blood-stained earth, 'cause luck ain't nothin' but an accident at birth.
(Interlude)
I dozed off, woke to the city in flames, engulfed by years of tension which sizzled away.
With battle-lines drawn in the sand, stand tall and fight, southern-cross cock lifted and aimed.
The day hate climbed high, my metropolis divided, the populous, shining, like who on top of this.
Still so clear, still dizzy with shame, we knew that Sydney would never Sydney again.
Brandish flags in the December light, try'na put it all together, like, how it came to this.
It gets deeper, really they all just dogs, barkin' at each other 'bout where they piss.
And that's the, reason why I don't fuck wit' either side, to me they all the same and they ain't shit.
Doesn't matter where you were raised, if you braving the crowd, or tough with the gang, you're a straight up bitch.
Talk-back line sizzlin' with division and every front-page splashed with fear
We're right where they want us, wedged[?] politics, us vs. them, brave face but we all know collapse is near.
But these kids, they don't know what they fightin' for, or that they pissin' on the flag people died for.
This ain't nothin' but my, thoughts, it's high tide, open up your eyes more (your eyes more).
The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand.
You can veil that hate as pride, they scared, defend your values, the stakes is high.
The lucky country, sunburnt land, but it ain't more sunny better understand.
Why you fly that flag in the sky for? It's just, my thoughts, open up your mind more.
Wake up x4
These cunts still need a shake-up. x2
Wake up x4
These cunts need a fuckin' shake-up.
Wake up x4
I guess we all need a shake-up.
