Red Indian

They buried me up to my neck in the dry December ground
The cold came up to get me
Blinded me in this land

The Queen was in the picture frame in the weatherboard schoolhouse
And I wondered what she was doing hanging there
And why we stood up when they played her song in our land

They banished us to desert lands we never understood
To share it with the bones of dinosaurs
We fell where we stood in our land

Sentenced me to 40 years and a tall ship made of wood
Sent me down to Sydney town
It was there I made good in this land

But every action has an opposite reaction
But every lie has an equal and opposite lie
And every day is an accident waiting to happen
For every life there's ten more waiting in line

But every action has an opposite reaction
But every lie has an equal and opposite lie

The desk still smells of Indian ink and that English history
We had to learn all the kings by name
Not a black face to be seen in this land