Fringe Dwellers

And the bottles keep breaking
Scattered glass
And an aboriginal respect of the land
Abandoned
And your men making excuses
Educational
And a strange love of white demons
Never refused
And your pride keeps on breaking
About Cook and his mob
And a new white man is coming for you
To help you
And you need to stand up
If only to have a go
And live in a Whiteman’s world
That is also your own