Lyrics:

You make sure your blokes don't go walkabout on Saturday, I want everyone there at least an hour before the game
It ain't like that no more
What?
I said, it's not like that anymore
What's not...?

Yo can't see what's not incarceration
And yet not one cop yet to be locked up
Palm Island lock up, look up, the sky's falling
Change courts, look the law's talking
Saying nothing that we ain't heard before
In my hood, the police step out the car door
Is it too hard? Or is that what you're there for?
Racial profile? Huh, and therefore
Assumptions get made
Man it must've been a good dose of hate
Made the country this way
Know they took the children away
And there's still two systems of justice to this day
Sorry - see, that's a long way from sovereignty
White fellas still get away with robbery
Seems like we need a big corroboree
Well we don't have to turn our backs on the apology

You can turn away or you can try to end the pain
If you can see how it really is
No time to entertain thoughts with one-blood yes of course
We're off-course as it is

Sun beats down and burns the white skin
Forefathers armed with sticks of lightning
Disease and booze with dehumanising
Cold iron of an empire rising
As pale as skin as pale as death
Got swept like floodwater down full of blood
We kidnapped children
That's what our enlightened pilgrims did
They killed them
This genocide – God's work
We don't know a thing about shame
Just Darwin's supreme
Pass the blame like we share a dispute
The racism inherent in the endless cycle
How can we celebrate Cook's arrival?
Now a whole people celebrate mere survival
What if your brother was doomed?
'd you be like Kev Carmody, he planned his own eulogy
We're disgracefully so far along
With half-hearted attempts to address the wrong
This is your land I'm on. We owe much more than money
But that's where we're restarting from

You can turn away or you can try to end the pain
If you can see how it really is
No time to entertain thoughts with one-blood yes of course
We're off-course as it is

I said, it's not like that anymore
What's not...
Youse white fellas telling us black fellas what to do

So much work to do
So much pain still
My heart cries out for you
No more excuses
No more blindfolds
We've got a job to do
I'm so sorry, we're so sorry
It's time to face the truth
It's waaay overdue

You can turn away or you can try to end the pain
If you can see how it really is
No time to entertain thoughts with one-blood yes of course
We're off-course as it is

I'm so sorry
We're so sorry
It's time to face the truth