Money is the fuel that grinds
\nInto the sweatiest pores
\nIn the red dust and entrails
\nInternally the wars
\nOf what is illegality
\nThe unlawfulness one feels
\nThe unwritten constitution
\nThe rebellion it reveals<\/p>\n
The outback is at night
\nA wilderness of woes
\nWhen you hammer down the highway
\nEverything just goes
\nThe red dust it gets everywhere
\nThe spinifex does too
\nThe tussock grass likes arid soils
\nIts tough and spikey view<\/p>\n
Its spines are rich in silica
\nIt prevents desertification
\nTermites rather thrive on it
\nFor them its their salvation
\nThe aboriginie use their fire sticks
\nExtracting resin which
\nMakes a strong adhesive
\nFor spears in which to pitch<\/p>\n
The seeds the birds and rodents eat
\nSo its useful out there where
\nanimals make their homes
\nIn The bush is theres to share
\nThe spines can break the skin
\nAnd fester so be careful when
\nYou come to pick the triodia
\nNo matter mice or men<\/p>\n
Out there the shooters
\nReally havent got much in the way
\nOf true respect
\nThis is the iconinc symbol
\nOf Australia, I detect
\nA shamlessness from most of them
\nOut to shoot the Roo
\nGet it in the headlights
\nA nice head shot will do<\/p>\n
Shooters use lead bullets
\nLeads is toxic, we
\nShould never use lead anywhere
\nEnvironmentally
\nIts going to cause more problems
\nIt builds up clearly,we
\nShould use another metal
\nBut LEAD is cheap you see<\/p>\n
When a male is shot it leaps up
\nAnd flips over
\nThe shooter goes and drags it back
\nIts not like lambs in clover
\nThey may not actually be shot through
\nSo they are dragging a dying soul
\nAnd cutting into its body
\nTo split its heart a role<\/p>\n
The shooter then morphs into
\nThe butcher in control
\nThe head is first
\nTossed in the bush
\nThe tail is kept
\nFor A dollar paid
\nThe indigenous soup
\nTheir stock in trade<\/p>\n
Forepaws need repeated hacks
\nBlood and bone goes everywhere
\nDont be talking lips closed tight
\nOr its in your mouth
\nWhich won’t taste right
\nClearly the females are lighter by far
\nAnd when the arms ache
\nCan be quite the star<\/p>\n
Theres the uncleanness
\nThe grossness we see
\nBe- heading a joey
\nOr stomping,a key
\nIf the joey is bigger
\nGrab by the ears
\nAnd whack on a rock
\nForget about tears<\/p>\n
Its all about earning
\nThe money to buy
\nThe VB and getting it down yer
\nThats why
\nBlood sweat and tears
\nAnd the kangaroo bone
\nYour own filthy sweat
\nIts when you feel alone<\/p>\n
When the bush open up
\nIts great arms and you feel
\nCrushed by its vigour
\nFor christ it feels real
\nFrom sun down to sun up
\nIts your killing spree
\nCovered in blood
\nAnd vile butchery<\/p>\n
Who’d be a shooter
\nWho wants to descend
\nTo life at this level
\nYour demons to fend
\nOff feeling groggy the rigours
\nThey are there
\nAnd your driving all night
\nSo the meat all can share<\/p>\n
It will spoil without cold air
\nThats very clear
\nWe are sweating like pigs
\nThough pigs dont sweat I hear
\nNo sweat glands thats why
\nSo Mud baths make them feel
\nCool But you know what I mean
\nThats the deal<\/p>\n
Shooters for me are the lowest of low
\nJust paid assassins slaughterers know
\nHow to shoot and then butcher
\nA beautiful soul
\nWith their families aware
\nOf whats now their role
\nSome of the skips in the cities
\nThey think
\nROo’s should be murdered
\nAnd that there is a link<\/p>\n
With disease and with farming
\nAnd the Kangaroo
\nShould now be murdered
\nSo what shooters do
\nIs supported by some
\nBut they dont have a clue
\nIts the aboriginie people
\nWho know what to do <\/p>\n
They will take out a young one
\nOr perhaps one thats lame
\nBut 50 or 60 a night
\nWhat a game
\nOf murdering butchery
\nWicked and wild
\nWhat to me is the unversed immaculate child<\/p>\n
The iconic Kanga
\nUnblameworthy they
\nRule the dense bush
\nTheir virtues are way
\nOver the heads of the shooters around
\nWith their heads up their arses
\nWell thats What I’ve found<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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