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Iâ€™ve got an itch that I cannot scratch Right down in the middle of this ageing back Three things that we cannot say Invasion, genocide, Australia Day Weâ€™re the violence Weâ€™re the godsend Weâ€™re the Virus Weâ€™re the wokest Weâ€™re the leftest Weâ€™re the silence Look at the ground, what do I see? 60,000 years staring back at me What you think about that Jack? 31 years and Iâ€™m talking back What you think about that Jack 60,000 years why donâ€™t we give it back? At my school, they taught the Russian rÐµvolution The stump jump plough and the Roman constitution No BennÐµlong, Namatjira, no William Barak Beds are burning, always will be, gotta give it back? No Truganini, Jandamarra, no Billy Barlow No referendum, stolen children, no Eddie Mabo No language, no treaty, no respect for the land Letras de cancionesNo problems, no solution, nowhere left to stand What you think about that Jack? 31 years and Iâ€™m talking back What you think about that Jack? 60,000 years we gotta give it back I took a walk down to the lighthouse today Looking for a plaque there that should say That 14 were massacred here on this day Women and children cut down where they lay How deep are your pockets? How deepâ€™s your coal mine? Nothing is as deep as the deepest of time Menziesâ€™ ghost on the dock of the bay Sitting in our arm chairs sipping chardonnay Barriers and bands and frontier walls Made an effort to silence the voices of old What you think about that Jack? 60, 000 years gotta give it back From Letras Mania