Lying on my hammock, the clouds drifting by;
the Southern Cross hangs in a blue-black sky.
The wonder and beauty is plain to see
as it shines over the land of the free.
I feel some anger mixed in with some shame
we’ve let racist bastards come stake a claim.
This symbol of freedom of which I’m proud
is caste by these scumbags under a cloud.
It’s time to stand up, be proud of The Cross;
if it’s stolen by arseholes that is our loss.
So take back that symbol and hold it with pride
and those thieving scum, in their kennels can hide.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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