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Are you proud white Australians wherever you are?Beer in your hand and your elbow on the barAll you people from Darwin to the southWith your blue faded jeans and a joint in your mouthYoung sophisticates making the sceneAt the Lion Hotel in your rolled up jeansSomething going on, we're all employedLast night another pickininny diedIn the dirt filled gutters on the cold concreteAt the nightclub end of Hindley StreetSit dusky young ladies learning the rulesFrom drunks and traps and the hard knocks schoolMilky brown eyes from drinking all dayTill it's time at the Carrington CabaretDown at the port a sick black mumRings for a taxi but the taxi won't comeIt's probably too painful for us to understandBut two hundred years ago we overran their landDreamtime's just a nightmare now, an alcoholic sleepAustralia land of things to do have you got time to weepOh our great free land of fire and rainLetras de cancionesWhite man's wealth and black man's painYou've got to be white if you want to get inIt's the black man's country but the white man's inToo utter distasteful for civilized manHide them away in Arnhem LandShake your head and say "That's that"As you kick away the bottles on Pinky flatIt's probably too painful for us to understandBut two hundred years ago we overran their landDreamtime's just a nightmare now, an alcohol sleepAustralia land of things to do have you got time to weep From Letras Mania