The Spirit of OZ

You hurt us bombing Bali, but we can take the pain,
But if you think you'll beat us, you can blanky think again.
We battled at Gallipoli, and later fought the Hun,
Of all the low-life's we've had to face, you're just another one.

You won't get your hands dirty, and you won't fire a gun,
Whenever danger threatens, you just pack your gear and run.
You brainwash innocent children, to do your evil deeds,
Careful not to let them know, just where it really leads.

You make them believe all your bigotry and lying,
Until they cannot see, that there's no glory in dying.
Now we'd like to pose a question, answer it if you can,
Where does your Holy Book tell ya, to kill your fellow man?

Now listen hard and listen well, we're giving you the tip,
You're never gonna beat us you spineless ruddy whimp.
You'd never face us personally, you haven't got the gall
You know that if you did, you'd take a huge fall.

Our spirit is unbroken, and our heads are unbowed,
We sure as hell aren't scared of you, nor your gutless crowd.
So get your act together, you'll never win because,
What you're really up against, is a Spirit called OZ.