Red-necked pollies like birds of prey
Came down on Northland in one hell of a way
While out in the schoolyard treachery struck
When a bum form the Beach was a runnin'amok
Forcing the young ones out of their places
Now they get education in the wide open spaces
Black ones, white ones and shades in between
Smartest mob of sweathogs this state ever seen
With the children moving around like their elders had done
Achieving erudition like a band on the run.
Nowadays their learning is out on the street
Dodging fascistsand racists and flat-footed heat
The quest for justice their daily research
Once thinking they had it in a Thornbury church
Where a priest and a knight claimed they was on side
But now they stroll down the aisle with a different bride
A council for black reconciliation (wreck-con-sillyashun!)
Depriving Melbourne Koories of a piece of creation
With the children moving around as their elders had done
Achieving erudition like a band on the run.
But what of the future? I hear someone ask
Well don't ask me ask the ones with the mask
Those that are dangling on the end of a string
Ready to pounce when released by a Spring
Move! Move! Move! With briefcase and baton
Foul deeds wrapped in silk and in satin
But we carry the fight for our children to win
Their future lying where their parents have been
With the children moving around as their elders had done
Achieving erudition like a band on the run.
Bruce Mac 1994
