I can hear them in the distance coming over the hills Marching of the feet sound so battle drilled Standing in the goldfields with mud on my boots Won't be long now for the moment of truth I hear a piper and a drum, see sticks against guns Armageddon has begun Nowhere to run Peter Lalor talking with his head in the air I see a silhouette telling men to beware Livin' on damper and a mountain of dreams They backed us to the wall in the miners squeeze I hear a piper and a drum See sticks against guns Armageddon has begun Nowhere to run The red coats look like murder and the black coats like birds of prey The banner on bakery hill has been torn away Sticks picks and shovels are the weapons we share Against government muskets in a fight that's unfair Livin' in a city of of canvas' hard A barefoot fighter in the slaughter yard I hear a piper and a drum, see sticks against guns, Armageddon has begun Nowhere to run I hear a piper and a drum See sticks against guns Armageddon has begun Nowhere to run