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On land that was not ceded Fair dinkum, since it was not seeded Why import black from the red, white and blue We’ve got our own brand, stamped with the kangaroo DD Junior’s - made in 20-15 They’ve even gone and used, the same old scream And now we know there’s at least four-hunded-and-thirty-three more But who is it, bothering to keep score? Stop all this yellin’ - the hollerin’ - the hootin’ And no matter what, don’t even think about lootin’ No need to rise up - to fight for change Just stay on your knee, where we can keep you in range It’ll work itself out, don’t you know she’ll be right? Words easy to mutter, when it won’t be your son tonight.
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
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On land that was not ceded Fair dinkum, since it was not seeded Why import black from the red, white and blue We’ve got our own brand, stamped with the kangaroo DD Junior’s - made in 20-15 They’ve even gone and used, the same old scream And now we know there’s at least four-hunded-and-thirty-three more But who is it, bothering to keep score? Stop all this yellin’ - the hollerin’ - the hootin’ And no matter what, don’t even think about lootin’ No need to rise up - to fight for change Just stay on your knee, where we can keep you in range It’ll work itself out, don’t you know she’ll be right? Words easy to mutter, when it won’t be your son tonight.
WIP including a title - Would love feedback gor improvement
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
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