The last person I want to be is you.
Trapped and loveless
Bound by duty
Bound by fear
Mad as all hell
Unsatisfied
I'll take my one chance in this life
With my own choices
Without the shouting
Without the tension
With a stupid smile

Justice failure...

So easy to judge
Standing on the outside
And you don't fit in that shoe
The hell with logic
Stereotype is truth

So easy to say
Says the circle to the square
Similar-
And yet nothing the same.

So easy to blame
With glossy bullshit
And that beautiful face
Pleading innocence
If only looks could kill...

Let me through
Hear that?
My pockets are full of cash
Let my money talk...

Now sir,
Art thou pleading guilty
Or innocent?

My hand.
Her hand.
Your hand.
Small.
Medium.
Tall.

Entwined but
all tangled up.

My hand.
Her hand.
Your hand.
Small.
Medium.
Tall.

Friends through it all
Cant throw it out
It's just there
Memories within all the blurry lines
These hands...

Stupid hands.
Awesome hands.
All held together.

My hand.
Her hand.
Your hand.
Small.
Medium.
Tall.

I don't recall how
I first heard of you.
Is it important?
Really, is it?

I remember
I was
Captivated...

Your words spoke of change
A new wind was sweeping in
Society finally was seeing sense
And said fuck you to irrational "leadership"

I remember
I was
Excited...

Naive to the core
Comparisons of then and now
Same, same but different

My admission
That I fail to see the rhetoric
And
I don't want to see the rhetoric

Pessimist until the very end

Still waiting for the wind of change...

The dreamer
without the airy fairy crap.
You know,
the one who just believes
And staunchly, grasps to fate.

the land down under

Aaarghh they're coming!
Let's send them offshore
Send them offshore
Send THEM offshore
SEND THEM OFFSHORE
OH!
Me a xenophobe Mr General Secretary?
Never!
Utter Ludicrous
I stand for justice
And signed treaties
And signed declarations
This is just a minor internal implication...

Racist?
Us?
Utter nonsense,
Look at the pile of money
I gave to a black woman
to praise my country and bring tourists..
By the way, where are they?
Or
That black man I paid to
come and play golf in my humble abode..
And to bring in the $$$

What about the state of the indigenous?
Oh yes - we're writing another report.
But have you spoken to them?
What for?
There's a report coming out.
Yes, we need another report!

We all stand united in this country
Allegiance to the commonwealth
God Save the Queen!
And we proudly sing our national anthem
( during sporting events)
"For those who come across the seas
We've boundless straits to share..."

All we ask
is for a fair go...

Without a trace

In an instant
The fear took over,
To whom you once ran to-
You now hide,
Once you sought the limelight,
Shadows are now your crave,
No longer the worlds center piece,
Stepped back into the crowd,
Held back by your anger and fear,
Afraid to see what tomorrow may bring,
You leave in silence
Your footsteps blown away
Goodbye…

Sometime in 2001