Fringe Dwellers

And the bottles keep breaking
Scattered glass
And an aboriginal respect of the land
And your men making excuses
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

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