[Verse 1: Rare]

I’m not a racist guy, but I fly my Aussie flag high

I stand by my country but I see my city passin' by

Too many people not givin' a shit

And did we forget about those diggers? Man well, they were just kids

The hardest fuckin' workers, more than you ever did

You think you're hard? You ain't it and you haven't shift shit

It pisses me off to see blokes fight together ten on one

Does it make you feel better, 'cause you think you can box

Evil war came along, used to be the bunch

With a white feather in your letter box, my tether stops

I'm sick of cunts fightin' with knives and guns

My parents got divorced when I was five years young

I never use it as an excuse to fight or run

I love this country so much, it makes me cry

For this place, I'd die, embrace the Australian way

If not, then, sorry bro, you're the racist guy

[Hook: Zoë Badwi]

Don’t you feel it from your heart?

It's unstuck [?] fall apart

Don’t you feel it from your heart?

Ooh, it’s a start

Don’t you feel it from your heart?

Ooh, it’s not that hard

Don’t you feel it from your heart?

It’s now; leave it all in the past

[Verse 2: J Stark]

Yeah, my grandfathers fought proud for this country

You can blame working nine to five for the money

It's not funny, their wives waited lonely

You think tough is playing knife games with the homies

You’re all phony faggots who don't deserve the rights

The street's a trench as you snuggle up in bed tonight

Medals on their chest, not the medal in

Your best, you're not hard, we laid pedals where they rest

We live a free life because of these heroes

Battlefields with tanks you're all rank and you're zero

I thank the young men that took to the battleground

Weren't trained for it, just walked when their numbers sound

I'm humble now when I do something unannounced

It might be good but nothing on the sorrows drought

So keep beating people within an inch of their life

Realise we think you're a myth and just a bitch with a knife

[Hook: Zoë Badwi]

Don't you feel it from your heart?

It's unstuck [?] fall apart

Don't you feel it from your heart?

Ooh, it's a start

Don't you feel it from your heart?

Ooh, it's not that hard

Don't you feel it from your heart?

It's now; leave it all in the past

[Verse 3: Yorgs]

Yeah, it was figures pickin' numbers, some barely kids

Giving orders and sticks and sentry pits

With shells nearly hittin' their helmets in the trench

You can tell it was hell when they reminisce the stench

Now, I'm clenching a cane in pain of their history

The way that we treat 'em, to me, it's a mystery

So blissfully suffered and righteously for us

While we wouldn't even offer a seat up on the bus

Rather slumber with sluts and chunder and cuss

While troops busted nut from dawn till dusk

And it’s more than rough that they're damn near suicide

A man turning Fluent type, Illy turning blue inside

The fans in tears, visit once a year

Their faces are changing but their name's unclear

It’s clear, he’s going mental in his rentable coop

With nothing edible for dental and vegetable soup, it sucks

[Hook: Zoë Badwi]

Don’t you feel it from your heart? (Yeah)

It's unstuck [?] fall apart (Huh)

Don’t you feel it from your heart?

Ooh, it’s a start (It's a start)

Don’t you feel it from your heart?

Ooh, it’s not that hard (Come on)

Don’t you feel it from your heart?

It’s now; leave it all in the past (Yeah)

[Outro: Zoë Badwi]

Ooh, can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Can you feel it from the heart?

Ooh, can you feel it? Can you feel it?

Can you feel it from the heart?