Shoemaker Levee - The Tap

Sweep it out under current
Out of sight out of mind
Dry the arid afterthought
And leave the lives behind

What's the cost of a life
When there's a million litres of hope
It's not the money that matters
That's a slippery slope

Get your hands out
Get your hands out
Get your hands outta my well

Where the grand river flows
Down to rocks and to sand
And this watershed moment
First Nations in high demand
When plastic particular matters
More than sustained human life
Take to the tap when you're able
To make it right

Get your hands out
Get your hands out
Get your hands outta my well

It's not a matter of if
It's a matter of when
Life is not the currency around here
We've been aberfoyled again

If it's not your business to care
Then whose should it be
So we'll boycott the likes of your oligarchy

Get your hands out
Get your hands out
Get your hands outta my well

Written by:
Dave Broadhead, Kevin Rogers

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