Drum of War
You talk of freedom
You talk of flags
You talk of everything that we ever had
They have us justice
They gave us peace
And all the things that put a nation at ease
But what sort of nation have we become
When we let our young
March the drum of war?
In the dark forget of history
Before Aborigine evolved to man
In Ipswich, Yuggera land, my country
800 black animals took a stand
In the year of our Lord 1842
They gathered by the banks of a river
That free men had renamed
And emerging from the blackboy hills
All tribes gathered to restake their claim
And you will not find a body count
Nor a graveyard to mark their shame
Nor in Ipswich will you find a memory
For the drum of war erased their names
Take my pain, o guitar
Carry me far away from here
Silence this drum of war
Marching me on
Take my pain, o guitar
Carry me far away from here
Silence this drum of war
Marching me on
In a nation prison, I
In a nation prison, I
In a nation prison, I
In a nation prison, I
Stand for your freedom
Stand and deliver
Stand for your country
At the barrel of a gun
Stand for your country!
Stand and deliver!
Stand for your freedom
At the barrel of a gun
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on ya
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on ya
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on ya
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on—
You fed your children to it!
You talk of flags
You talk of everything that we ever had
They have us justice
They gave us peace
And all the things that put a nation at ease
But what sort of nation have we become
When we let our young
March the drum of war?
In the dark forget of history
Before Aborigine evolved to man
In Ipswich, Yuggera land, my country
800 black animals took a stand
In the year of our Lord 1842
They gathered by the banks of a river
That free men had renamed
And emerging from the blackboy hills
All tribes gathered to restake their claim
And you will not find a body count
Nor a graveyard to mark their shame
Nor in Ipswich will you find a memory
For the drum of war erased their names
Take my pain, o guitar
Carry me far away from here
Silence this drum of war
Marching me on
Take my pain, o guitar
Carry me far away from here
Silence this drum of war
Marching me on
In a nation prison, I
In a nation prison, I
In a nation prison, I
In a nation prison, I
Stand for your freedom
Stand and deliver
Stand for your country
At the barrel of a gun
Stand for your country!
Stand and deliver!
Stand for your freedom
At the barrel of a gun
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on ya
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on ya
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on ya
War came just like a spider
Creeping just up on—
You fed your children to it!
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