I don't know cuz I think all them whitey's are zealous and shit
Cuz I'm like the freed owner of this land cuz.
And I think all them whiteys want assimilation from me cuz
But they need to cough land up for me and all me bros.

(Because)These pricks don't even own up, blamed for dry land.
It's gone from lovely to a bloody hole, man.
Cuz agriculture vultures mulched up the sand.
Now me, cuz, I'm a freed owner of my land.

So it's a new age, right? Drop the whites.
Fucked it up enough, pricks, take a hike.
Once, maybe, near-drained of slim natives
Now we're freed owners of Comm'wealth staties.
They're all like: "Oh my god a crim!"
"Get me all my fucking guns, coon robbing them!"
I swear to fucking god cuz, them fucking cops!
These marshals screeched in with trucks and glocks.
And by now a nest of white fellas get zealous,
Especially 'cause a cop will beat up blacks for being careless.
All them pricks start telling to the newspage:
"Oh that black, filthy dirt man was ranting in rage."
So like every single whitey prick gets tight with me.
All say I'm lying that snorting ice wasn't riot-feed.
Cuz I'm black, low wage, intellectual. Tryin' to speak.
"Coon, we all know you're trying to steal a bike from me."
Just today a driver tried to swerve and wipe out me.
Yeah, cuz, I was in sickened Melbourne, they're eyein' me.
Those fuckers spit bleached whites to sea.
And all my cousins sigh silently.

(Because)These pricks don't even own up, blamed for dry land.
It's gone from lovely to a bloody hole, man.
Cuz agriculture vultures mulched up the sand.
Now me, cuz, I'm a freed owner of my land.
My land, my land, so bland, my land, my land, now canned,
My land, my land, my laaand.

You just wanna see a bigger black ward, don't you?
Hate that, the government craps on voters.
Rash, these yokels, like stupid Mormons.
Degree of the land that's destroyed is enormous.
You don't want corroborees around a fire.
Plus all whites shift at our talk of genocide-ah.
And what's that smelly pong of Alch'ringa reprove?
Black music is Kooris hollering a didg'ridoo.
See we know how inhab-iting this hut,
Is a shed of trees that rustle in the gust.
But our poor thin shacks finely emit no gas.
Your white domestics pipes toxic fumes out back.
Look at them, little boong pack stinking up the street.
Yeah I know man, buying wealth. Raking in the cheese.
Hey I thought we got some welfare loot from the state, dude.
No guys, blacks get welfare loot. White guys, don't.
We won't receive pay of £s cheque.
Man I aint owning no £s cheque.
All us whites got blew off from this pro-race business.
You know, man I'm gunna say something.
Gov'ment!
Did you come discriminate?
Erm, no.
I thought that you was about to yell and off Dan, pussed out?
I discriminate when field's dried up. Shut yer mouth.
And you didn't jeer them blacks in pubs when I said 'You're toasted black, dude.'
Well I am actually not a white, you fool. My hair's jet!
Oh damn, that's clever. My hair's jet Dan!

These pricks don't even own up, blamed for dry land.
It's gone from lovely to a bloody hole, man.
Cuz agriculture vultures mulched up the sand.
Now me, cuz, I'm a freed owner of my land.
My land, my land, so bland, my land, my land, now canned,
My land, my land, my laaand.

They say that wheat brings us crop to improve on rocks.
But the grass ain't as green as two centuries past.
How could those old wet geeks not know that proofs are facts.
Can't you see the white toffs caused abuse to plants!
Berries and sap were our lunch back then.
Now it's dry and bare. Ooh, whites struck again!
You tainted land rich. It won't grow vegetables.
You whities tricked us, writing out guidelines that weren't legible.
And you hacking tunnels every where that you go.
'Coon, bury your dad.' Ditch wary with bones.
Can't take my kids away, infuriating the way
That you truck us out and bomb outback.

Bald land, it whines sick as you pollute.
Time for blacks to go old school and fix the poop.
Whites moulded Australia's streets and fixed up the taps.
But their dumb yarders fricked the outback.
Who's the wealthed idiots? Whities not the blacks.
Bloopered land idiots? Whities not the blacks.
Stuck up greedier, whites cut our rations.
Blacks lived fine? Land harmony session?
Why look at yourselves, this land isn't watered.
What can we be swimming in?
It's called the sea dumbarse.
Anyway whites have populated tribes through, you beaut.
Pigs trashed the land, ditches digged up roots. (Hey, oopsie!)
But we're told to just shut up, forget stuff.
Pity that the millennium brought it up.
Fucked yourselves, we can fix this land.
Just come on, reconciliate and take my hand.

All whites can't admit they're the only cause for shit
And it just tears our grass apart, you know that we can fix this laaand.

These pricks don't even own up, blamed for dry land.
It's gone from lovely to a bloody hole, man.
Cuz agriculture vultures mulched up the sand.
Now me, cuz, I'm a freed owner of my land.
My land, my land, so bland, my land, my land, now canned,
My land, my land, my laaand.

The hottest dry land in the world. We sell.

I'm the freed owner of my land I get all the world to shake like the thunder. Blacks?
I'm the freed owner of my land, my culture makes all the western world shit their
pants.
My culture.
Look out for whiteless people they're all my culture.
My culture culture culture culture.
My culture makes all the western world shit their pants and shake like the thunder.
Blacks?
My culture makes all the western world shit their pants and shake like the thunder.
Blacks?
My culture.
Where'd all our buddies go?