They don't speak for me!

JUST GIVE IT UP, ALBO!

We've heard enough!
You sit up there in Canberra,
While the rest of us are doing it tough!

Another bloody bill, another bloody tax,
Another politician patting their own back.
They promise us the world, then they take a little more,
While we're counting out the coins at the grocery store.

They fly around the world, shaking hands in suits,
While the working man is wearing out his boots.
They talk about the future like we're living in a dream,
But the country's falling apart at the bloody seams!

You can spin it, you can dress it up,
Tell us all we're doing fine.
But you can't keep pouring empty words
Into pockets without a dime!

You don't speak for me!
You don't know what I see!
From the paddocks to the factories,
We're not living fancy and free!

You can shout from Parliament's floor,
But we ain't buying it anymore!
You can promise us the sky and sea—
BUT YOU DON'T BLOODY SPEAK FOR ME!

Twenty years ago, they laughed at Pauline,
Said she was trouble, said she was mean.
Now there's people saying, "Look around,
Everything she warned about is happening now!"

They called her names, they shut her down,
Now they're hearing those same words in every town.
Whether she's right or whether she's wrong,
Why'd it take so long to hear the people's song?

You can call us names, you can roll your eyes,
You can tell us what to believe.
But the harder that you try to shut us up,
The louder we're gonna be!

You don't speak for me!
You don't know what I see!
From the paddocks to the factories,
We're not living fancy and free!

You can shout from Parliament's floor,
But we ain't buying it anymore!
You can promise us the sky and sea—
BUT YOU DON'T BLOODY SPEAK FOR ME!

My old man worked till his back gave way,
Paid his taxes every working day.
He said, "This land belongs to you and me,
Not the suits who make the rules on TV."

Now the young can't buy, and the old can't rest,
And the ones in charge say we're doing our best.
Well, if this is the best that they can do,
Maybe it's time we found somebody new!

YOU DON'T SPEAK FOR ME!
AND YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SEE!
We've had enough of empty words,
And promises that don't come free!

You can shout from Parliament's floor,
But we ain't buying it anymore!
From the bush to the city, hear us roar—
YOU DON'T SPEAK FOR US ANYMORE!

Just give it up, Albo...
The people are bloody tired.