Your people stand as we greet them
We sit as they rest
Never understanding the lessons we teach them
Yet putting us through the damn test
We laugh, we cry, we joke, we smile
All at the drop of a hat
We smoke, we drink, we starve, we die
All at the crack of our necks
You great people, you great nation
Rise to regain your crown
For the mutants are restless and running a muck
So it's time for the aboriginals to shut them down!
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