Curse ov Dialect - Identity lyrics

[Verse 1: Volk Makedonski] Standing on the drum ruppa pum pum Tapan in the centre of the circle cycles of tradition Unified through dance expanded expanse Expensive tension comprehend apprehension Governments attention focus on our regional roots Legion of doom White Australia Policy Where's Australia's apology? Fallacy monopoly Trilogy of k**ing sprees lets revise review Renew relevant pamphlet construed Construct I'm stuck in a political rut Eyes shut they pronounce my name and announce My shame as they bounce the blame across the racist plains Afraid of my un-edited epic ethnic mountain frame Demanding that they hear it the language of the spirits Standing in the corridor worried for my sorry sore Sad story carried forth you're a wog We don't want your family or you one dimensional Aussies I'm more Aussie than you!! [Verse 2: August 2nd ] Excuse me if offended My identity is amended Question where I'm from Ask the offspring of poms Not settler of convict Everyone is ethnic Couldn't rid the accent My parents are migrants Trapped in a cultural clash Curry and rice not bangers and mash Don't care about opinions I'm proudly Anglo-Indian Shun ancestry no love lost Chameleons absorbed by southern cross Shun ancestry no love lost Chameleons absorbed by southern cross Shun ancestry no love lost Chameleons absorbed by southern cross [Verse 3: Raceless] Red necks judge from popping from a hole Appearance and colour is DNA and soul Racist idiots charge! 'Cause they pretend the colonial is past Refugees have love for where they're landing Served English with anglo-saxon planning Accents "you fail to name check Aussie is undefined as a concept" I descend from the maltese, archipelago Anglais, francais and I don't know This mixed tongue from nature to nurture West suburban with the inner city fervour A true country voice to a city voice differs A global commonality that glitters Critters with those attitudes attached So what the hell are you? 'Cause on vacation I'm Australian in bathers While yuppies belittle our balinese neighbours [Verse 4: Atarungi] So it draws us ever upward falling down again Rest our puppets over clouds titled gods and supermen Surreptitious superstition and belief Seats a cradle of mortal thought, shrouded in grief and stain Call out my name in the void as it ever was Serenely clear Too much focus on the surface To be amongst the depth as we whisper in your ear Are you still watching now as we activate a vision A secret lore historically imploring more Explorers to discover their total self (hmmmmm) A bold attempt prolong mistrust No curse or cuss shatter the old and bring it back To the living manifest with a smile...