Mark Callaghan - Do It Rite

I am drawn by your rightful indignation
By your endless frustration
To the sadness in your heart
Forty thousand years between the dreaming and the waking
To the grey suburban shadows of the ugly new day's dawn
The western sun is leeching, fades to white
Like the seeping of the tombs all filled with lime
We still don't get the message
Though we've been learning painful lessons
For such a long, long time

We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite
We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite

On the fringe of the mantle of the madness
Live the eldest children
Of this timeless noble land
Dispossessed by trinkets and the promise of salvation
They have seen a paradise crumble in our hands
We still don't get the picture, though we've taken all the paintings
And retraced every line
Take it where you find it
Has been the rule of blind men
For such a long, long time.

We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite
We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite
I said yeah, yeah, do it rite
Now is the time for us all to do it rite

Now at last the treaty men are coming
though there are some among us
Who would not have it so
They don't realise that there can be no solution
While their heads are buried in stolenborrowed sand.
It's time to face the issue, can't keep praying it'll miss you
These wheels will always grind
Believe me when I tell you
It'll work out so much better
If we can get it right this time.

We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite
We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite
We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite
We gotta do it rite, we gotta get it rite
I said yeah, yeah, do it rite
Now is the time for us all to do it rite

Written by:
Mark Callaghan

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