The Lucky Country

We don’t know how lucky we are

When the bough breaks we’ll never fall far

Mama’s gonna buy you a brand new car

We don’t know how lucky, lucky we are

Someone called this ‘The Lucky Country’

Where our leadership is second-rate

So the world outside’s got bigger problems

We expect it all on a silver spoon,

On a nickel plate, in an iron cup,

On a tax free bed of gold

And this place here was built by misfits

English, Irish, Scottish convicts

But a lot has changed since that invasion

So don’t forget that this is not England

That it’s not Ireland,

That it’s called Australia

What are you so afraid of?

The world outside’s already here

What are you all afraid of?

Our sons and daughter turning queer

What are you all afraid of?

Surpluses and equal rights

People in boats that cost you votes

Don’t take our jobs, don’t take our wives

And kill our vibe

We don’t know how lucky we are

When the bough breaks we’ll never fall far

Gina’s gonna buy you a brand new car

We don’t know how lucky, lucky we are

Someone called this ‘The Land of Plenty’

Where pockets are deep, but hearts are empty

And ‘Fuck off, we’re full’ – these words were spoken

As he laid in it with a racist joke, with a heavy yoke,

With a gavel stick and a boot cap made of steel

And I never wanna hear you say

That you never live that way

So, we kill ourselves for our occupation

And we’ll let those die that try to take them

So much pain, so little glory

But we’ll do what we must for that trip to Rome,

For that brand new phone, for that reno’d home

For that tax free bed of gold

What are you so afraid of?

The world outside’s already here

What are you all afraid of?

Our sons and daughter turning queer

What are you all afraid of?

Surpluses and equal rights

People in boats that cost you votes

Don’t take our jobs, don’t take our wives

And kill our vibe

We don’t know how lucky we are

When the bough breaks we’ll never fall far

Tony’s gonna buy you a brand new car

We don’t know how lucky, lucky we are