the unseen threat to our decent way of life
has no quarrel with us
i think he is dead
his traiterous talk
his decency
can be ignored
when I play rock
in the shade
the heavy unpaid collections
some hippy's hat can hold
why would I
climb into the gutter
turn myself in
tour detention centres
in this beautiful world
my role
is to celebrate
for fans
as for the first nationals
their ill health
their love affairs
show me a permit mate
and they're in
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