What if someone else suddenly took over?
Left you and all your mates desperately seeking shelter?
What if old, peaceful, free Melbourne Town fell?
Sending your life of peace straight to hell?
What if all the things democracy guaranteed,
Were dismantled in the night, a new order decreed?
What if the egomaniacs you’ve seen on TV or read,
Were actually at your door, wanting you dead?
What if freedom wasn’t absolute – it was just for some,
And you weren’t among them – to where would you run?
Where would you go and how would you stay afloat?
Come on, tell me, would you get on a boat?
What if someone else shared your patriotic pride?
But decided you weren’t someone who belonged on their side?
What if their grand ideas for social revolution,
Were exactly like yours – except with you at the bottom?
What if the airports were no longer for us?
And the military controlled them, would you get on a bus?
The type that might take you further into unsafe terrain?
Would a car be any safer, how about a passenger train?
So, what would you do? Join a queue – fill out a form?
File it to those who are ignorant of where you were born?
Would you ride away on a kangaroo, hoping it can leap across
the moat?
Would you have any better ideas on how you might stay
afloat?
What if freedom wasn’t absolute – it was just for some,
And you weren’t among them – to where would you run?
Where would you go, how would you stay afloat?
Come on, tell me, you wouldn’t get on a boat?
You wouldn’t get on a boat?
You wouldn’t get on a boat?