B.B.S. - Devil's Delight lyrics

[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 pa**ing by Too many people not giving a sh** And did we forget about those diggers? Man well, they were just kids The hardest f**ing workers, more than you ever did You think you're hard? You ain't it and you haven't shift sh** 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 c*nts fighting 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 die, embrace the Australian way If not, then, sorry bro, you're the racist guy [Hook: Zoe Badwi] Don't you feel it from your heart? [?] 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 f*ggots 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 b**h with a knife [Hook: Zoe Badwi] Don't you feel it from your heart? [?] 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 picking numbers, some barely kids Giving orders and sticks and sentry pits With shells nearly hitting 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 them, 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 s*uts and [?] and cuss While troops busted nut from dawn ‘til dusk And it's more than rough that they're damn near suicide A man turning Fluent type, Illy turning blue inside Man's in tears, visit once a year Their faces are changing but their name's unclear It's clear, he's going mental in his [?] coop With nothing edible for dental and vegetable soup, it s**s [Hook: Zoe Badwi] Don't you feel it from your heart? [?] 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 [Outro: Zoe 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?