Roaring Jack - The Thin Red Line lyrics

If you don't stop and think about it twice If you stand there and cough up the price Then you'll wind up like the Poms on the bones of your arse Paying through the nose for the pomped up farce Of a well-heeled privileged few When the left takes a swing to the right They smile like the angel of light And they point to the fact of their economic growth Saying jobs or justice, you can't have both We watch as they tighten the screw Hold on fast to the thin red line Singing Yellowcake Bob is no mate of mine Now the B.L.F. have gone down Bill Hartley's been run out of town And the workers heads are filled with the views Of the Willesee boys and the Channel Ten news From the halls of profit and gain Where they k**ed off the Land Rights Bill Because it didn't put the cash in the till And they wheel and deal with the crims at large They nailed Big Norm on a trumped up charge ‘Cause he had more bottle than brain This government of ours is just a puppet in the bosses' hands Bending over backwards accommodating their demands And the only thing that's new about the New Right Is they've taken off the jack boots and put them out of sight But it's the same old pile of nutse So hold on fast to the thin red line Singing Yellowcake Bob is no mate of mine