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.