Lyrics:

What am I gonna do? What about the future?
Gotta draw the line without delay
Why shouldn't I get emotional? The bush is sacred
Ancient life will fade away
Over the hill I go, killing another mountain
Gotta fill the quota, can't go slow
Huge machinery wiping out the scenery
One big swipe like a shearer's blow

Rip, rip, woodchip, turn it into paper
Throw it in the bin, no news today
Nightmare dreaming, can't you hear the screaming?
Chainsaw eyesore, more decay

Remember the axemen knew their timber
Cared about the way they brought it down
Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood, and cedar
Build another bungalow, pioneer town
I am the bush and I am koala
We are one, go hand in hand
I am the bush like Banjo and Henry
It's in my blood, gonna make a stand

Rip, rip, woodchip, turn it into paper
Throw it in the bin, no news today
Nightmare dreaming, can't you hear the screaming?
Chainsaw eyesore, more decay
Rip, rip, woodchip, turn it into paper
Throw it in the bin, don't understand
Nightmare dreaming, can't you hear the screaming?
Stirs my blood, gonna make a stand