Sons of the Southern Cross

Didge Kelly:
Here we stand
Great Southern Land
For the working class man
With a beer in his hand
We grind it out
And we don’t take shit
It’s in our blood
and you know we’re fucken born with it
Stars of the Cross
Cross in our sky
Shine down on us
They guide us
This is our fucken home
Pine Cone Throat:
I’ve been around the traps cunt
Yeah cunt, yeah nah, Straya, fuck yeah
Been there with this cunt
This land’s my fucken saviour
This is my fucken home
In unity we will fucken stand
We are the foundations of this modern land
We are the sons of the Southern Cross
You can’t take fuck all from us
From our bleeding hands, to the dirt in our eyes
We fucken sweat, full of Aussie pride
We are the sons of the Southern Cross
From blood to dust, our brothers we trust
This band of brothers will not be broken
From different lands we are united
We are the proud, we’re the fucking strong
It is our bond and we don’t forget it
We won’t be fucked around
We are the sons
Yeah nah
In unity we will fucken stand
We are the foundations of this modern land
We are the sons of the Southern Cross
You can’t take fuck all from us
From our bleeding hands, to the dirt in our eyes
We fucken sweat, full of Aussie pride
We are the sons of the Southern Cross
From blood to dust, our brothers we trust
In unity we will fucken stand
We are the foundations of this modern land
We are the sons of the Southern Cross
You can’t take fuck all from us
From our bleeding hands, to the dirt in our eyes
We fucken sweat, full of Aussie pride
We are the sons of the Southern Cross
From blood to dust, our brothers we trust
Fuck yeah
We are the sons of the Southern Cross
From blood to dust, our brothers we trust