Mallee Testo

It’s a race to the bottom
So stick your heads in the sand
Hear the wind kiss the surface of the river
Set fire to our sins

Washed up on the fatal shore
Dashed upon the rocks
Soaked in gin and holy wine and
Riddled the pox
Watch the ticks take the cattle
Watch the blood stain the sand
There was a massacre, on the mudflat
And the squatters moved in

Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs

Send the boys to die on foreign soil
Then co-opt their legacy
To sell warm beer at the football
And piss on their memory

Tear the pages from the books of history
Settle in for the 6 o clock rot
Then turn a blind eye for a century
And Walk it off
Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs

Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs

Weighed down by ball and chain
Weakened by disease
I’ve been raised like a mongrel
I ain’t got no pedigree

The politicians peddle
The newsman builds the pyre
Got me nailed to the cross
As the flames grow higher

Trampling sacred ground
Cursing at the sun
Leering at the ancient land
The ending has begun

Crawling through red dirt
Pulling down the trees
Poisoning the water holes
You call that young and free, don’t pay

Growling like an animal
Down there with the dogs
Fucking like an animal
Down there with the hogs