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