I've got an itch that I cannot scratch Right down in the middle of this ageing back Three things that we cannot say Invasion, genocide, Australia Day We're the violence, we're the godsend, we're the virus We're the wokest, we're the leftist, we're the silence Look at the ground and what do I see? Sixty dozen years staring back at me So what do you think about that, Jack? Thirty-one years and I'm talking back And what do you think about that, Jack? Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back At my school they taught the Russian revolution The stump job, plough, and the Roman constitution No Benelong, no Majira, no William Burack Back to learning our words, we'll be gonna give it back No Truganini, Jandamarra, Billy Barlow No referendums, no more children, Eddie Marmo No language, no treaty, no respect for the land No problem, no solution, nowhere left to stand So what do you think about that, Jack? Thirty-one years and I'm talking back And what do you think about that, Jack? Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back I took a walk down to the lighthouse today Looking for a park there, that should say That fourteen were massacred here on this day Women and children cut down where they lay How deep are your pockets? How deep's your coal mine? Cos nothing is as deep as the deepest of time Menzies, ghosts on the dock of the bay And we're just sitting in our arches, sipping Chardonnay Barriers of bands and frontier walls Made an effort to silence the voices of old Well, what do you think about that, Jack? Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Sixty dozen years, gotta give it back Thanks for watching!