by John Williamson



What am I gonna do - what about the future?

Gotta draw the line without delay

Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred

Ancient life will fade away



Over the hill they go, killing another mountain

Gotta fill the quota - can't go slow

Huge machinery wiping out the scenery

One big swipe like a shearer's blow



Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper

Throw it in the bin, no news today

Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming?

Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay



Remember the axemen knew their timber

Cared about the way they brought it down

Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar

Build another bungalow - pioneer town



I am the bush and I am koala

We are one - go hand in hand

I am the bush like Banjo and Henry

It's in my blood - gonna make a stand



Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper

Throw it in the bin, no news today

Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming?

Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay



Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper

Throw it in the bin - don't understand

Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming?

Stirs my blood - gonna make a stand