You can´t think about the future still running from the past
Tall tales lie in history and flames burn through the memories
There´s a country that is aching for a way to call its own

You can feel the mansions shaking as the first real seed is sown
Now you can´t talk about the future if you´re running from the past
It’s a terror in Australia, jails and guns and failure

Can you see the ships a coming, stately through the heads
And arched out over the white sails is the merchant’s flag of red
Now Captain Cook spawns Captain Coke and beer flows over rum
In a twinkling of an eye my friend they spent your dollars so very well
And those traditions they can´t sell sit silent in the sun
Where ignorance and wealth combine to crush the fruit upon the vine

It’s a terror in Australia