Anzac Day

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Anzac Day

By Karl-Erik Paasonen

I've seen the diggers marching under flapping flags

Flanked by police on repression-trained nags

And when I think of what it means my jaw just sags

And I want to march on Anzac Day

Cos I've done my share to make this country great

I've been arrested in nearly every state

For forests, uranium and the right to demonstrate

And I want to march along on Anzac Day

Anzac Day, Anzac Day

I want to march along on Anzac Day

I've defended this land in my own peaceful way

And I want to march along on Anzac Day

I've been flattened by a horse by Nurrungar's gates

I've been dragged off by the coppers in quite indecent haste

And I've copped my share of spit for saying war's a bloody waste

And I want to promenade on Anzac Day

Anzac Day, Anzac Day ...

I've spent some time in prison (though not really very much)

And I've blockaded my share of dams and trucks and such

And I burned my foot at Roxby and I've been strip-searched up my crutch

And I want to stomp along on Anzac Day

I've tried to show the world Australians love peace

I've confronted Israeli and Iraqi police

I've said "We're not like Bruce Ruxton — will wonders never cease?"

And I want to mince along on Anzac Day

Anzac Day, Anzac Day ...

I want Bill Hayden to pin the medals on

"You're saving our heritage — keep it up son!"

And he'll feed me rum and milk just to keep me keeping on

And we'll transform the dominant paradigm on Anzac Day

Anzac Day, Anzac Day...

Anzac Day, Anzac Day

I want to march along on Anzac Day

But get up at four o'clock? No bloody way

Maybe next year I'll march on Anzac Day.