verse
In the silence of our absence, rings around a sacred world
What a pity that it won't be heard
We're all just a waste of good meat
Throw my carcass in a wheelie bin
And won't you send a nice message to my girl?
verse
Would you give yourself a tombstone?
I don't even recognise my own home
We've built our own layer of hell
And the sun will hang and wait for the next parade
And the echo of us will fade
Erase all traces of colonial past
We've been here the whole time
Just as long as the Woodside's fine
For these three whole weeks of carnal sin
But the ice and the iron is wearing me thin
Lest We Forget, lest we regret our bloody past
How long can the boomtown last?
Writer(s): James William Terry, Jay Wesley Watson, Nicholas Roland Allbrook, Joseph Michael Ryan