President-elect Donald Trump can talk all he wants about walls and send armed thugs in uniform to deepen the terrorisation of immigrants in the United States. But it is unlikely you can stop people who are determined to win what little freedom and safety this fucked up world has to offer.
For that matter, that smug suited prick Malcolm Turnbull should consider this too.
Immigrada, Immigraniada Immigrada, Immigraniada da da Immigrada, Immigraniada We coming rougher everytime
In corridors full of tear gas Our destinies change every day Like deleted scenes from Kafka Flushed down the bureaucratic drain
But if you give me the invitation To hear the bells of freedom chime To hell with your double standard We comin' rougher every time
We coming rougher, we coming rougher We coming rougher everytime (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) We coming rougher every time
Immigrada, Immigraniada Immigrada, Immigraniada da da Immigrada, Immigraniada We comin' rougher everytime
And those who made it and quickly jaded To them we got nothing to say Immigrada, Immigraniada For them Don Quixote kind of way
But if you give me the invitation To hear the bells of freedom chime To hell with your double standard We comin' rougher every time
We coming rougher, we coming rougher We coming rougher everytime (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) We comin' rougher every time
Immigrada, Immigraniada Immigrada, Immigraniada da da Immigrada, Immigraniada We coming rougher everytime
Frozen eyes, sweaty back My family's living on the railroad track All my life I back in black But man, I got to earn this black
I gotta pay representation To be accepted in a nation Where after efforts of a hero All comes start again from zero
It's a book of a true stories True stories that can't be denied It's more than true, it actually happened It's more than true, it actually happened It's more than true, it actually happened We comin' rougher every time Rougher every time We comin' rougher every time
We coming rougher, we coming rougher We coming rougher everytime (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) We coming rougher every time
Immigrada, Immigraniada Immigrada, Immigraniada da da Immigrada, Immigraniada We comin' rougher everytime
So the glorious reign of Tony Abbott has come to a bloody end, knifed by his own party due to his unique capacity to combine hated anti-people policies with 12th century social views and a competency level that'd see him sacked as a trolley pusher at a supermarket, probably for winking lewdly at pensioners or throwing lumps of coal at the English backpackers trying to fleece people's cash for Greenpeace.
He's been replaced as our Overlord by Malcolm Turnbull, who is basically the same thing with better social skills, a nicer smile and less a shill for the corporate elite as an actual direct member of the ultra-rich. The richest man in Australian parliament, a multi-millionaire merchant banker and venture capitalist, Malcolm is evidence that anyone can make it in this country, even those who own it.
To mark this occasion, here is a song for Tony.
'You're just some racist who can't tie my laces, your point of view is medieval...'
Written by Lily Allen apparently about George Bush, it is word-for-word a perfect goodbye for the biggest, dumbest prick to ever call the Lodge home.
And here is one for Malcolm.
'Well did you hear, there’s a natural order Those most deserving will end up with the most That the cream cannot help but always rise up to the top Well I say: Shit floats If you thought things had changed Friend you’d better think again Bluntly put in the fewest of words...'
Written by Jarvis Cocker for New Labour when Blair was still PM (directly inspired by the bullshit of the "Make Poverty History" G8 summit in Britain in 2005 where world's leaders pretended to help Africa's poor while finding new ways to screw them backwards), change "world" for "Australia", it applies perfectly to the take over by the shiny, slick prick Turnbull.
BONUS SONG FOR TONY!
'Oh, oh, onion skin Walking around with Your heart caved in When you start to roll Your skin flies off And the teardrops flow'
'Those peaceful protests just were not cutting it...'
Yeah sure technically Trevor Moore's call to chop the heads off our rulers is about the United States, but no reason the blood can't flow right across our wide, brown land too. Some decent rivers of blood would probably help a few drought-afflicted farmers.
