Shoot Your Boots at Bush

how you have pulled up the socks

to shoot boots at bush!

the cat has leaped into the tin roof

in fear of blackening his face

the mask has never fallen off the ground -

the mask of gray cloud, bloody boar

which has pulled a long wide bushman's face

long ago with pitch of dark enmity

let us not stop here, attaboy

let us blacken the whole white empire

with our ageold hatred

it is not the time to love the emperor

to see him naked in spinning yarn

it is time to refresh our ancient memory

it is time to whitewash our black days

it is not the time to forget and forgive

now is the time not to pluck the flowers

now is the time to wage war against war

o attaboy, what have you done

you have moved the earth, shaken the heaven

how dare you, attaboy, how dare you

you have taken a prisoner of conscience

o shoeboy, you have chosen the right face, baby