Carrington Cabaret

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[Verse]
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Are you proud white Australians 
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wherever you are?
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Beer in your hand and your elbow on 
the bar
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All you people from Darwin to the 
south
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With your blue faded jeans and a 
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joint in your mouth

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Young sophisticates making the scene
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At the Lion Hotel in your rolled up 
jeans
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Something going on, we're all 
implied
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Last night another pickininny died

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In the dirt filled gutters on the 
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cold concrete
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At the nightclub end of Hindley 
Street
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Sit dusky young ladies learning the 
rules
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From drunks and traps and the hard 
knocks school

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Milky brown eyes from drinking all 
day
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Till it's time at the Carrington 
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Cabaret
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Down at the port a sick black mum
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Rings for a taxi but the taxi won't 
come

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It's probably too painful for us to 
understand
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But two hundred years ago we 
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overran their land
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Dreamtime's just a nightmare 
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now, an alcoholic sleep
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Australia land of things to do 
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have you got time to weep

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Oh our great free land of fire and 
rain
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White man's wealth and black man's 
pain
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You've got to be white if you want 
to get in
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It's the black man's country but 
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the white man's in

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Too utter distasteful for civilized 
man
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Hide them away in Arnhem Land
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Shake your head and say "That's 
that"
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As you kick away the bottles on 
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Pinky flat

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Bm                            F#m
It's probably too painful for us to 
understand
     G            A             D
But two hundred years ago we 
            A
overran their land
Bm                    A       Bm
Dreamtime's just a nightmare 
        F#m
now, an alcoholic sleep
  G                 A             
Australia land of things to do 
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have you got time to weep