TZU - Recoil lyrics

First verse is a volley of words and I'm sorry if it hurts but my anger burns A conservative curse covers the land I'll be a spanner in the works of your f**ed up plans Mr prime minister explain once again why our country is at war but we all feel ashamed Tell me what you'd say to all the parents of the dead, of the soldiers who have fallen or the civilians bathed in red This ain't a just war, it's just war and business the aggressive pursuit of financial interest the sycophantic pandering to US foreign policy don't confuse this issue with our economy Call me unpatriotic if I get this off my chest I'm as Australian as political protest, agitators, immigrants, misfits and underdogs and you know what? That's the Australia I'm proud of Being wary is good... Australians all let us recoil For we have no idea We go to war for wealth and oil Our home is girt by fear Our land abounds in growing rifts Dividing rich and poor In histories page this is the age Of fair justice ignored (yeah) Now the rulers they measure the indifference can you live with this history blistering like Coober Pedy opal images Social conditions, no one will openly visit the atrocious revisions of our forefathers decision that cast a shadow like a desert oak but through my periscope I can see the descendants hoping for a better sentence yo Listen close up to the hum of the land wheat belt sort of thirsty for some sustenance and the indelible scars from years of pastoralists hands I can't understand the land marks of the man Grandson and grandfather, a real rift between them The generation gap is gradually receding leaving only but a trace of what wars where faced and what thoughts where paced in courts and states and what locked doors erase soft spots from lost wars and faith is a word we don't give enough weight (these days) I'm on the train and I'm feeling kind of sad (these days) I want the rain just to nourish up the land (these days) I'm looking for a song to sing under my breath 'cuase traditional colonial jigs they don't represent me Australians all let us recoil For we have no idea We go to war for wealth and oil Our home is girt by fear Our land abounds in growing rifts Dividing rich and poor In histories page this is the age Of fair justice ignored