Environment
Pete is Turning
(Lyrics by Petroleum Garite, to the tune of ‘Beds are Burning’)
Out where my ethics broke
The bloodwood and the bull oak
Log-truck wrecks and boiling pulp
Steam at forty-five degrees
The time has come
To get elected
To pay my dues
To get my share
The time has come
The forests in fact
Belong to Gunns
I’ll give ’em back
How can we dance when profits aren’t earning?
How do we sleep when our forests aren’t burning?
How can we dance when profits aren’t earning?
How do we sleep when our forests aren’t burning?
Ten-eighty kills potoroos
From Meander Valley to Waterloo
The Western Tiers burns and dies
In six hundred degrees
The time has come
The forests in fact
Belong to Gunns
I’ll give ’em back
How can we dance when profits aren’t earning?
How do we sleep when our forests aren’t burning?
How can we dance when profits aren’t earning?
How do we sleep when our forests aren’t burning?
Jon Sumby