You know my name but I don’t know yours. We’re not the same and that’s my get out clause.
You know my name but I don’t know yours. We’re not the same, not the same, not the same, not the same.

You lot got real fucking brave, keyboard at your fingertips now you got shit to say? Don’t feed the trolls they’re under the bridge for a reason, the beautiful people walk the bridge and go on to somewhere decent.

Face to face you’ve got shit to say it’s beef and I’m eating. I’m taking off heads like I’m the king and this is treason. The capitalist machine the music industry is in parts, first the mainstream will eat anything they put into the charts. Second it’s not about talent it’s about who’s down to sell their hearts and third is watch the underground and go steal all of its art. Fucking Rembrandts and the Nazis imposters hiding in the dark and any musicians who want it can get it I’ll come and tear you all apart.

You you you you better watch your mouth, I’ll come to your show and I will bang you out. I’m the fucking landlord, this is my house I am not normal I am something else.

Da da da da da da da da da da, da da da da da da da da

I’m gargantuan, I’m in your mouth like calcium, one speed it maximum, the big cat's here so mousy run. Bring me a better rapper than me and I’ll sing, bring me a better singer than me and I’ll rap. If you find someone’s who’s better at both I’ll write them a better hook for their track. Blap!

If you always do what you did you’ll always get what you got, you got to evolve to roll big kid, you can’t simmer for too long stay hot. The power's always with the people, the future the present the past, not a single lightbulb illuminates without the say of the working class.

You know my name, but I don’t know yours. We’re not the same and that’s my get out clause.
You know my name but I don’t know yours. We’re not the same, not the same, not the same, not the same.

You you you you better watch your mouth, I’ll come to your show and I will bang you out. I’m the fucking landlord this is my house I am not normal I am something else.
You you you you better watch your mouth, I’ll come to your show and I will bang you out. I’m the fucking landlord this is my house I am not normal I am something else.

If you ain’t running away how can they catch you? You shine through the black you platinum statue.

I’ve got an itch that I cannot scratch
Right down in the middle of this ageing back

Three things that we cannot say
Invasion, genocide, Australia Day.

We’re the violence  
we’re the godsend 
we’re the Virus
We’re the wokest, 
we’re the leftest 
we’re the silence 

Look at the ground, what do I see
60,000 years staring back at me 

What you think about that Jack?
31 years and I’m talking back
What you think about that Jack
60,000 why don’t we give it back?

At my school, they taught the Russian revolution, 
The stump jump plough and the Roman constitution

No Bennelong, Namatjira, no William Barak
Beds are burning always gotta give it back?

No Truganini, Jandamurra, no Billy Barlow,
No referendum, stolen children, no Eddie Mabo

No language, no treaty, no respect for the land
No problems, no solution, nowhere left to stand

What you think about that Jack?
31 years and I’m talking back
What you think about that Jack?
60,000 years we gotta give it back

I took a walk down to the lighthouse today
Looking for a plaque there that should say
That 14 were massacred here on this day
Women and children cut down where they lay

How deep are your pockets?
How deeps your coal mine?
Nothing is as deep as the deepest of time.

Menzies ghost on the dock of the bay, 
sitting in our arm chairs sipping chardonnay

Barriers and bands and frontier walls, 
Made an effort to silence the voices of old

What you think about that jack?

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You’ve lied so much your teeth have become rotten
Yellow and stained from all the Shite you’ve been talking
And it’s left to us to pick up the pieces with smiles on our faces.
Say no to wanker landlords running the country
Say no to paying someone else's mortgage your whole life
Say no to living in a tent and being happy with it
Say no to having to pay yourself into debt to keep on top of your mental health and
stability, just say no.
Say no to being told lies your whole existence
Say no to gentrification
Say fuck off to five days a week listening to some prick telling ya how to lift a box
Say no to being hardworking and getting stuck your whole life to a wife beating legend
Say no to Tayto and yes to King
Say no to bus drivers who can't pretend to love their Jobs for two minutes
And if it was up to me...
I’d have your head on a fucking plate
And this song goes out to any two-faced prick politician making money off a mother and
two kids for a bedsit.
Your day is gonna come! I’ll be here to remind you! You’ve fucked us.
And I’m supposed to be quiet?
Proven to have a head like Emma O’Doherty with no brain cells to rub together.
Just like her you’ve gone and proved yourself once again this country’s fucked
and it’s us picking up the pieces, yet again it's us picking up the pieces.
The Dail Eireann bar hopping every day because you clowns can’t fucking figure out
what to do.
I get panic attacks daily because of your fuck ups and I’m supposed to
smile?
Fuck you and take this song with yas.
I’ve opened enough fortune cookies to know my wish aint coming through.
Death to the Landlord! Good Riddance to yas!