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!