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Citizen X
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Dear brother
Dear sister
Can you hear the constant chimes?
The division bell is ringing
Time to choose a side.Woolshed fence and creek
Pasture and valley
Hearken brave strong souls
For history's gifts are many.Our mates across the ditch
The call of brave young Anzacs
For love and life begotten
The gift you gave to us
Will ne'er be forgotten!On ships of cold Grey steel
Our boys they did take flight
The Southern Cross ablaze
Swinging in the night.You died in freedom's cause
Writ large on history's pages
While Southern Mothers' grief
Resounds across the ages.The division bell is tolling
It tolls for you and me
Do not be torn asunder
By the needle and the free.Be koind! Be koind!
Your hearts are empty holes
Our mothers
Bear the silence
Imprisoned in their homes.That angry pig Molloy Soy-latte-swilling Tame Jessica and Tova Give it up ya bloody fools! Ya rotten grift is over. Freedom's gift is precious Be Fearful of the State! Freedom's smiling assassin Your single Source of hate.Know this! And know it well There is a Place in Hell For those tyrannical imposters Who ring The division bell.
