What am I gonna do — what about the future?
Gotta draw the line without delay
Why shouldn’t I get emotional — the bush is sacred
Ancient life will fade away
Over the hill they go, killing another mountain
Gotta fill the quota — can’t go slow
Huge machinery wiping out the scenery
One big swipe like a shearer’s blow
Rip rip woodchip — turn it into paper
Throw it in the bin, no news today
Nightmare, dreaming — can’t you hear the screaming?
Chainsaw, eyesore — more decay
Remember the axemen knew their timber
Cared about the way they brought it down
Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar
Build another bungalow — pioneer town
I am the bush and I am koala
We are one — go hand in hand
I am the bush like Banjo and Henry
It’s in my blood — gonna make a stand
Rip rip woodchip — turn it into paper
Throw it in the bin, no news today
Nightmare, dreaming — can’t you hear the screaming?
Chainsaw, eyesore — more decay
Rip rip woodchip — turn it into paper
Throw it in the bin — don’t understand
Nightmare, dreaming — can’t you hear the screaming?
Stirs my blood — gonna make a stand