Words and Music 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