Can you hear me Bjelke-Petersen From your leather padded chair? There's a tide outside your door Steadily rising It's a simple case of freedom And a lot of us who care And if demonstrations aren't enough Well I hope you've said your prayers It seems this time you've gone too far Next you'll call the troopers in And you can put my dossier In the glossy pages of the bulletin Oh you think the battle's over Well the war has just begun Your legislation's just a piece of tissue Oh won't you listen to the beat Of ten thousand marching feet? Taking to the street Oh there'll be a national monument In yellow-cake of course Oh where the plaque reads "Look what Bjelke-Petersen did" A traitor's tree, a traitor's rope, Thirty bits of silver And a couple of Queensland Jackboot kicks You think the battle's over Well the war has just begun Your legislation's just a piece of tissue Won't you listen to the beat Of ten thousand marching feet? Taking to the street You think the battle's over Well the war has just begun Your legislation's just a piece of tissue Won't you listen to the beat Of ten thousand marching feet? Taking to the street Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com