You make sure your blokes don't go walkabout on 
Saturday.
I want everyone there at least an hour before curfew.

It ain't like that no more.

What?

I said. It's not like that anymore.

What's not?

I can't see what's not incarceration
And yet not one cop yet to be locked up
Palm island lock-up, look up the disguise
Poorly change courts look the lords talking
Saying nothing that we ain't heard before
In my hood the police step out the car door
Is it to hard? or is that what you're there for
Racial profile, uh and therefore
assumptions get made
man it must have been a good dose of hate
Made the country this way
Though they took the children away
And there's still two systems of justice to this day

So you see that's a long way from sovereignty
White fellers still get away with robbery
Seem like we need a big corobery
Where we don't have to turn our backs on the apology

You can turn away
Or you can try to end the pain
If you can see how it really is

No time to entertain thoughts
We're one blood yes of course
We're off course as it is

The sun beats down and burns the white skin
Forefathers armed with sticks of lightning
Disease and booze were de-humanising
Cold iron of an empire rising
As pale as skin, as pale as death
Got swept like flood water down for blood
We kidnapped children
That's what our enlightened pilgrims did to kill them
These genocide gods work
We don't know a thing about shame
Just dial one to frame
Pass the blame like a sherron 
Dispute the racism inherent in the endless cycle
How can we celebrate Cooks arrival
Now whole people celebrate mere survival
What if your brother was doing
Do you like Kev Carmaday and he planned his own eulogy

We're disgraceful it's so far along
With half hearted attempts to address the wrong
This is your land I'm on
We owe much more than money
But that's where we'll be starting from

You can turn away
Or you can try to end the pain
If you can see how it really is

No time to entertain thoughts
We're one blood yes of course
We're off course as it is

I said. It's not like that anymore.

What's not?

You's white fellers telling us black fellers what to 
do.

So much work to do
So much pain and still
My heart cries out for you

No more excuses
No more blindfolds
We've got a job to do

I'm so sorry
We're so sorry
It's time to face to truth

It's way overdue

You can try to turn away
You can try to end the pain
If you can see how it really is

No time to entertain thoughts
We're one blood yes of course
We're off course as it is

I'm so sorry
We're so sorry
It's time to face to truth