The Australian Thirteens (after Maya Angelou)

**The Australian Thirteens (Black)** Your mummy took a beating Your daddy's drinking beer Your brother's lost his eyesight Your sister's disappeared The thirteens. Right on Your cousin’s sniffing petrol Your Uncle's in the cells Your buddy's begging money To spend in the hotel The thirteens. Right on And you, you make me shameful To see the state you're in I tell you live like we do But all you do is grin at The thirteens. Right on. **The Australian Thirteens (White)** Your mother’s hooked on botox Your daddy’s with the guys Your sister's anorexic She fades before your eyes The Thirteens. Right on Your daughter is a junkie Your son beats queers for fun Your priests molest your children And you just move them on The Thirteens. Right on. You living in that city And buying all that stuff And still you look unhappy Cos you'll never have enough No The thirteens. Right on.

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