Aussies scattered on God's own beach bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother and a grandfather - were walking along the great Aussie beach, at dawn, and a boat load of illegals had either sabotaged thier boat or rammed an Aussie fishing boat, or just - I don't know what happened - but there were Auissies scattered all over the beach, bleeding to death.
So we pulls up and stops. That was the first time I tasted fear. I musta' been about four - like a child is like a flower, his head is just floating in the breeze, man. The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back - is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Aussies...maybe one or two of 'em...were just running around freaking out, and just into the national concience . And they're still in there.
Aussies scattered on God's own beach bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.
Blood in the streets in the town of Melbourne Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Brisbane Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic Sydney.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth if a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise, it's following me.
Illegal, Illegal why did you invade? Illegal says, nothing at all.
