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Sons of the Southern Cross

by Dead Kelly

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1.
ENGAGE The vultures pick the flesh Spill the blood on the world The population lives in fear That’s what’s best for the machine Fuck your dreams Fill your head with fucking shit There’s now way out And there’s no way back It’s you they own You’re not alone We’re not just a fucken number Break us down Beat us down We will get up again Tear us down Leave us out We won’t go anywhere Bleed us out Fuck us ‘round We’ll tear your head off fucker You stupid cunts need us now Now you’re that fucken piece of shit Don’t tell us we can’t Tell us we’re wrong, cunt Tell us there’s no other way, but Your only way Fuck what you say, cock We have a say The only way Push forward Fucken engage We will not be enslaved Never decay Fuck no FUCK NO x2 The masses will rise And we create your demise We don’t need you Want you Hear you Fuck you Go on - FUCK OFF Break us down Beat us down We will get up again Tear us down Leave us out We won’t go anywhere Bleed us out Fuck us ‘round We’ll tear your head off fucker You stupid cunts need us now Now you’re that fucken piece of shit Don’t tell us we can’t Tell us we’re wrong, cunt Tell us there’s no other way, but Your only way Fuck what you say, cock We have a say The only way Push forward Fucken engage We will not be enslaved Never decay Fuck no FUCK NO
2.
Didge Kelly: Here we stand Great Southern Land For the working class man With a beer in his hand We grind it out And we don’t take shit It’s in our blood and you know we’re fucken born with it Stars of the Cross Cross in our sky Shine down on us They guide us This is our fucken home Pine Cone Throat: I’ve been around the traps cunt Yeah cunt, yeah nah, Straya, fuck yeah Been there with this cunt This land’s my fucken saviour This is my fucken home In unity we will fucken stand We are the foundations of this modern land We are the sons of the Southern Cross You can’t take fuck all from us From our bleeding hands, to the dirt in our eyes We fucken sweat, full of Aussie pride We are the sons of the Southern Cross From blood to dust, our brothers we trust This band of brothers will not be broken From different lands we are united We are the proud, we’re the fucking strong It is our bond and we don’t forget it We won’t be fucked around We are the sons Yeah nah In unity we will fucken stand We are the foundations of this modern land We are the sons of the Southern Cross You can’t take fuck all from us From our bleeding hands, to the dirt in our eyes We fucken sweat, full of Aussie pride We are the sons of the Southern Cross From blood to dust, our brothers we trust In unity we will fucken stand We are the foundations of this modern land We are the sons of the Southern Cross You can’t take fuck all from us From our bleeding hands, to the dirt in our eyes We fucken sweat, full of Aussie pride We are the sons of the Southern Cross From blood to dust, our brothers we trust Fuck yeah We are the sons of the Southern Cross From blood to dust, our brothers we trust
3.
This is the master mother fucking machine Look at your life and ya know You’re gonna see what I mean We’re the slaves to the cyclops god We sell our souls just to raise the bar This is the new world slaughter We trip, we trip hard, blind beggars and thieves Down on their knees like a fucking disease And your church screaming for fees Are they your enemy Why does god want my money Put my soul at ease The hills are alive with the sound of fuckin porno And fear is an instrument That plays you like never before Or fuck yer We’re the slaves to the cyclops god We sell our soul just to raise the bar This is the new world slaughter We’re told to kill, we’re told to fuck We’re told to drive hilux 4x4 dual cab Or you’re a cunt Watch your tv, what’s that you see? You see you, your enemy Staring back at me Come on Austraya Wake the fuck up Wake up, Wake the fuck up now Come on Stand up let me hear you loud Fuck the system Stop the slaughter Fuck you, fuck the new world order The people are comin for ya You greedy fucking pigs We won’t be suppressed anymore We won’t be pushed down It’s you ya cunts! We’re coming for ya! Everyday where enslaved by the new world Unified, who am I under one god? The only thing left is to fight for the free world Before it’s to late Come on Austraya Come on Wake up Wake the fuck up now Come on Stand up let me hear you loud Fuck the system Stop the slaughter Fuck you, fuck the new world order Come on Australia your eyes aren’t fucken painted on I’m struggling to buy a pie, this cunt’s just bought an island What the fuck is that shit? We’re the slaves to the cyclops god We sell our soul just to raise the bar This is the new world slaughter We trip, we trip hard, blind beggars and thieves Down on their knees like a fucking disease And your church screaming for fees Are they your enemy Why does god want my money Put my soul at ease Come on Austraya Lets take down these shit cunts Wake up Wake the fuck up now Come on Stand up let me hear you loud Fuck the system Stop the slaughter Fuck you, fuck the new world order Fuck you, fuck the new world order Fuck you, fuck the new world order Fuck you, fuck the new world order Bring this new world down
4.
The Diggers 04:08
You think this life is hard Put yourself in their boots In the black of night You’re on patrol The digger on point whispers ‘hold’ Where The fuck did that come from? Hit the deck hard regain your weapon Muzzle flashes all around us The desperate cries of ‘We’re surrounded’ Pick yourself up and return fire Your best mate face down dead beside you Can’t see shit you’re all alone Are you ever gonna make it home? Is this a dream or reality? The fear it grips As the silhouettes pass through the trees The fucking sound is deafening Out of the dark a hand reaches out Pulls you towards him “Let’s get some cover mate fuck these cunts hit us hard let’s get back at em ay?” You come to your senses You just realise The man that’s beside you Has just saved your life Why? Cause he’s ya mate He’s ya brother He’s a digger “Keep up, keep up, nearly there mate the other blokes up here just ahead mate” You run through the trees You hear a sound A radio shouting ‘Hit the ground’ Mortars shatter earth around you The blood and mud it has become you You grasp your limbs to see you’re alright The screams of agony pierce the dark night Is this a dream or reality? You wipe your eyes you see the horror What you see will never leave you They Were your mates Were your brothers They’re the diggers Your time to step up now Put the wounded on your shoulder And get them out Get them evacuated They need you now They need your mateship Run, run Through the jungle Three trips, four trips Though the jungle Run, run Get em home Tell them that they’re not alone You see a flash You regain consciousness The taste of blood in your mouth The air sucks through the wounds in your back As you breathe The light fades out So remember When you are down Remember what they did for you Till this day They stand and fight We honor them The diggers We honor them
5.
So you wanna be the king? King of everything? You’re not livin the life, not livin the dream We know you’re fake as fuck Just another fucking cunt Fuck off you’re talken shit I see ya face with my fist in it So you wanna be the king? Do you know where you came from? Do you know who you are? Now that you know you are nothing The king is dead The king is dead Dead And now you’ve got no one The king is dead The king is dead We’re gonna make you dig Cause we’re about to bury you Never again You’ll stand over them Never again Will you speak my name Never again Will you spit in our face Never again Never Orr fuck yeh Fuckin oath You know what’s comin cockhead I will nail your mouth shut You’ve said it all, you’ve said enough Shut your face you wicked cunt Send you back to where you came from Depths of impurity Remember me? I have come to take your soul Be gone monster obscurity We incinerate the demon’s spawn We won’t back down Fuck was it worth it? Was it all worth it? Eat a cock suck a dick Know who you are Now you’re open Busted an broken, bleeding Stupid mother fucker Fuckin pig So you wanna be the king? King of everything? You’re not livin the life, not livin the dream We know you’re fake as fuck Just another fucking cunt Fuck off you’re talkin shit I see ya face with my fist in it So you wanna be the king? We’re comin for you Now that you know you are nothing The king is dead The king is dead Dead And now you’ve got no one The king is dead The king is dead
6.
Red Torana 08:17
He didn’t have much growing up Mum left him and his dad For some fuckin cunt With a red torana He was just a kid as he caught his stare Innocent wide eyed unaware (What are you lookin at you little shit) With a black tooth smirk he drank and spit (ya dads a pussy ya mums coming with me) His mum got in the car with a slap on the arse His dad was devastated as she broke the home Dad stayed tough underneath it destroyed him They both watched as they drove away He looked this man straight in the eyes He will not ever forget the face till death His fists are clenched his, eyes see red Grits his teeth made a promise to himself That he’ll kill that man On his own his dad raised him to be a man But he became a man forged by hatred Trouble didn’t follow him He followed trouble With a chip on his shoulder He walked down the wrong road The road paved in deceit and violence Until one day down and out with his head in his hands He heard a voice, he raised his head To see what he thought might be an angel She was real and so warm Pure, so concerned, so perfect She was not from his fucked up world The love of his life He’ll change for her The sky went blue The two were inseparable For once he had a reason for living His dad fell sick and on his death bed he told him Don’t be like your old man son Don’t ever take shit from cunts He died in May He was crushed Her eyes told him we can get the fuck out of here A better place leave all this shit Spirts lift with a bub on the way Yeah but his pockets tell him he’s fucken stuck With all they had they rented a bag of shit in the bush Not much to most but to them it was fucken paradise He started selling for a mate on the side Worked all day for cash at a palm farm Got the dole, what ever it took His best mate showed him how to cook Finally they were making money He’s getting cocky, she starts to worry He gives her a ring She drops to the floor, she kisses him softly There’s a knock on the door He peers though the window sees a red torana His heart sinks he tells her to be calm He rushes to the kitchen to grab the shotgun A voice shouts (This will teach ya to cook on our turf son) Shotgun rounds rip through the house He’s crawling now, where is she now The smell of fuel is all around A familiar voice yells (Burn them to the ground) He hears her scream as the place lights up He takes her hand, it’s drenched in blood She whispers ‘Sorry babe’ and she closes her eyes He can’t leave her here but the fire engulfs her He crawls to the door gets himself clear He lies on the ground He’s burnt and bleeding Sees that fucking red torana leaving He screams fuck you He recovers from his wounds as the years go by All he sees is the face that’s plagued him his whole life Where did he go wrong? Why did he survive? Why did the love of his life pay the price? With revenge on his mind he finds the location No regard for his life She is gone he’s coming home to you both He won’t stop He’s not a man, he’s a killer Nothing to live for Swig of his beer and he’s ready for war He knocks on the door the door opens And he sees his mum desperate, broken Push past her quickly staring at his face Force HIM down on one knee Time is now to end you He blows his brains out They take him away Years pass Everyday he thinks about her He’s confined to this place Forever He’s all alone He has nothing
7.
4561 02:29
Here the weed grows like lantana Got beat up once with a fucken plugger Our favourite food is fucken beer You won’t understand if you’re not from here My yoolby stick is a cricket bat We had a bum take a shit in the laundromat The most beautiful town you’ve ever seen Shrooms grow wild so fry your bean Get blind mowin your lawn in your dick togs Give your mate heaps of shit coz he fucks pogs We’re the soldiers of Ninderry hill If you haven’t heard yet, you fucken will This is 4561 We get pissed and run amuck The ginger factory’s fuckin shit This is This is 4561 We have a giant cow, fucks me why Our cane fires light up the sky Our rivers filled with bus sized mud crabs Put your thongs on cunt coz we don’t have cabs Music here is played in sheds If you haven’t got a shed you’re a fucken dickhead Our pub dragged here on skids Raise a glass to the blokes who did that shit There is no place we’d rather be We’re in the bush, not by the sea Looking up at Ninderry We light up, we are free We’ll make our place in history Maybe we’ll be the capital city of Nambour Oi Nambour, your big pineapple Our big cow is gonna fuck it Wouldn’t it be weird to see a cow fuck a pineapple Yeah right, I’ve had a few schooners In Yandina when you get older Your beard gets longer, your shorts get smaller You call your best mate a fucken cunt But that cunt knows you love the cunt There is no place we’d rather be We’re in the bush, not by the sea Looking up at Ninderry We light up, we are free We’ll make our place in history Maybe we’ll be the capital city of Nambour This is 4561 We get pissed and run amuck The ginger factory’s fuckin shit This is 4561 We will take down any cunt This is 4561 4561, 4561, 4561, 4561 4561, 4561, yeah, 4561, 4561 YEAH YANDINA 4561
8.
Bindies 04:11
Fuck the world Was he built for this? Such a simple man Blood bone and fists Confined by the chains of the world Ah fuck it Has he figured this out by now Force fed broken glass by the flatscreen Reality tv is poison His poison is his reality Break the fuck out cunt Break the fuck out What is a man when a man is silent? If he falls from grace will he be forsaken? This is all fake This is all fake This is all fake Is it all fake? Is it fake fucker? Why do they what it all? What is good enough in the eyes of modern love? War within The voices they call 333 Fuck it Fuck the world Was he built for this? Such a simple man Blood bone and fists Confined by the chains of the world Ah fuck it Has he figured this out by now What ever ya reckon He has fallen It’s not about them It’s not about you and it’s not about him It’s all about pain you can never win It’s all about pain you can never win For fuck sake What is a man when a man is silent? If he falls from grace will he be forsaken? This is all fake This is all fake This is all fake Is it all fake? Is it fake fucker? Fuck no He absorbed his brother from the start That’s why he fights himself What is good enough in the eyes of modern love War within The voices they call 333 He’s lost, so lost His times are tough He’s trapped, he’s fucked No good for us He’s tough, he’s strong Is that enough? He’s here He’s love He’s there for us He has fallen It’s not about them It’s not about you and it’s not about him It’s all about pain you can never win It’s all about pain you can never win Fallen It’s not about them It’s not about you and it’s not about him It’s all about pain you can never win It’s all about pain you can never win Fuck It’s all about pain you can never win It’s all about pain
9.
After all, this is pay back Part of me wants to say it will be okay If I’m wrong I’ll be waiting with open arms Hold on to me stay strong tonight Can you see the world from where you’re standing? Can you overcome Overcome After all close the gates on your mind And pretend that everthing’s okay If ya fall I’ll be waiting with open arms Hold on to me stay strong tonight Can you see the world from where you’re standing? Can you overcome You gotta try You gotta dig deep down Stay strong Stay true to yourself Take me to that place I’m falling in once again Take me to that place I’m falling in once again Stay with me After all, this is pay back Part of me wants to say it will be okay If I’m wrong I’ll be waiting with open arms Hold on to me stay strong tonight Can you see the world from where you’re standing? Can you overcome You gotta try You gotta dig deep down Stay strong Stay true to yourself Yeah it’s the fuckin Blame game you remember the name Insane brain same shame kill cripple and mame I got a head full of evil thoughts and I blame it on you You fuckin cunt You’re right for all the wrong reasons And we’re gonna bring you down Yeah we’re gonna bring you down yeah We’re gonna bring you down
10.
You’re not close to god You’re tyrants Bloodlines of evil men You sicken us Your time will end Righteous cunt Fuck off Justice won’t fade away The innocent will have their day We are the people We have the power to change this world Your deeds are not forgotten Destroy this evil To protect the innocent These sadistic fucks are being protected By the vatican and the Australian government FUCK OFF CUNT You can’t hide the people hunt you When you’re found Drown in your fucken blood Revenge will come with the power Of ten thousand tortured souls BURN THEM ALL Fuck what they have done They’re tearing lives apart In the shame of god IN THE SHAME OF GOD So called men of god Monsters Black hearted rotten men Satanic fucks your time will end We have the answer KILL EM For all affected souls These criminals Will pay their fucken toll We are the people We have the power to change this world Your deeds are not forgotten Destroy this evil To protect the innocent We are the people We have the power We are the people We have the power We are the people We have the power to change this world SHAME ON YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
11.
The time has come To stand together as one I am You are We are Australian FUCK YEAH Yeah nah We are this great land’s sons Bound by blood This red dirt runs in our veins We are the chosen ones Under the five stars above We rise to power This world is almost conquered Step forward and take back what is ours From different lands we come Under the sun Unite as one Australian I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian Take em down Fuck you don’t stand in our way Burn it down Burn all these cunts to the ground We are the ones Who build your homes We are the ones We’re not alone We are the ones Who grow your food We are the ones Look after you We are the ones Who slave away We are the ones We’ll fight today We have the choice We’ll fucken say We are the ones It’s not ok What’s fucken wrong with you people? We all live in the same fucken country Let’s put the fucken flag up, let’s get on with it It doesn’t matter where the fuck you’re from Or what you believe in, we need to unite NOW Or this is the end of the free world I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian THIS IS AUSTRALIA CUNT FUCK YEAH I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian I am, you are, we are Australian I am You are We are Australian

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released January 26, 2014

DEAD KELLY would like to thank all our friends, families and everyone involved in this record. We love yas all.

To our fans, you’re a mad bunch of cunts and we love ya.

We couldn’t have done any of this without ya.

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Trumpet on ‘Dead Kelly Anthem’ performed by Dad.
‘I Am Australian’ theme in ‘Dead Kelly Anthem’ written by
Bruce Woodley and Dobe Newton.

Produced by Dead Kelly.
Recorded, mixed and mastered at The M Room.

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