Walk On by Hilltop Hoods
People they want to go somewhere and they don't have no railroad fare, plane fare, train fare, or boat fare... or don't have no fare period.
There's one way of getting there
I've been using the method for twenty-five years or more, me and old Sonny,
and it seems to have paid off.
Well how is that man?
Just walk on.
Well let's go.
Verse One: Suffa
I speak from the heart, but only when I drink,
And I only ever sleep when I'm too tired to think,
Restlessness, the reaction that you will find,
From stress I guess and having a compassionate mind,
I worry bout the machine of progress, ain't no stopping it,
The forest we destroy and the world we build on top of it,
Mercenaries get paid salaries to slaughter,
Girls obsessed with body image find calories in water,
Nurses comfort seven-year-old casualties of mortar,
A peasant's daughter caught up in a war for a border,
And at home we treat our refugees like criminals,
Detention centres just a catch phrase for a minimal
Security prison, we drive gold trimmed cars,
Down the road an Afghani kid grows up behind bars,
And we wonder why they hate the west,
When we treat them like they're second-class citizens at best,
We're all pawns in a game, the USA's miniatures,
Aussie foreign policy with George Bush's signature,
Peeps die for a watch and blue chip stock,
Did they do Big Pop or was it two bit cops,
I wanna sue Kid Rock for making rednecks think they're hip hop,
Wanna swallow people's pain and spit it from the hilltop,
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