Hey Juanita

She never would've set foot in the Carousel Club

If she'd known her steps took her up to where she got shot

Wouldn't take a second look, look where she could end up

Opposite upset crooks slamming that door shut

Years later when the secretary came forward

When nothing could be done with what she said she saw

And the life of the woman gone lying on the floor

The men standing over her the gun still drawn

Hey Juanita where did you go?

We miss you and there's something that we want you to know

You never left in our memory though it's so long ago

We send search parties to look for your spirit

And know you

Put your life on the line

When they took you away from the light

And they pretty much got away with it

Yeah they pretty much got away with it

When they dragged you west through the night

It was not the time for goodbyes

And we'll never let them get away with it

No we'll never let them get away with it

The same men visited her five days prior

To let her know that she was in the line of the fire

Intended to abduct her but it didn't transpire

Her friend got the door when they enquired

They invited her to talk "We can chat" they said

Last thing we want to do is put a bag on your head

Paid by powerful enemies but she wasn't scared

But she don't want to follow Arthur King's steps

Tied up in a car boot, locked up in a cheap room

That'd have to scar you, watch out who you speak to

Juanita knew as King knew, just what they were up to

At high noon, corrupt cops were the hired goons, friendly warning

The kind that makes most stop talking

Pack bags, get walking, bad things happen under moonlight

Depending on what you write, friendly warning

Hey Juanita where did you go?

Hey Juanita where did you go?

We miss you and there's something that we want you to know

You never left in our memory though it's so long ago

We send search parties to look for your spirit

And know you

Put your life on the line

When they took you away from the light

And they pretty much got away with it

Yeah they pretty much got away with it

When they dragged you west through the night

It was not the time for goodbyes

And we'll never let them get away with it

No we'll never let them get away with it

You see, long before the battle wreaked havoc on Victoria St

When evictions notices gave one week

Three hundred people, leave where you live

And they left, well at least most of 'em did

They were supposed to disappear; this should've been clean

They came in heavy handed and she described the scenes

They knew it went to Askin, a premier who happened

To work Hand in hand with Saffron

Back then a bag man and bad men

Their mate Theeman, developer who bought the public housing

Overlooking Sydney Harbour, knew the place was worth a pretty penny

He could make a killing putting up new apartments

If only all the residents departed

That's when the hard men come in

Thugs come knocking while the cops are just watching

Friendly warning, pay attention to the friendly warning