by Aerie » Fri Jul 09, 2010 7:54 pm
Out the back of the Jack Oatey stand on a cold winter's weeknight gather the dishevelled Sturt cheer squad. Still reeling from the events of the past week, out from the moonlight with a 48 page code of conduct appears the leader. The Voice...
We have the chance to turn the pages over
We can stand where we gotta stand
We gotta make ends meet, before we get much oldeerrr
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Without pulling out a gun?
I'm the Voice, try and understand me
Make it noise and make it clear
Blues-o-o-o, Blues-o-o-o
We're not gonna sit in silence
We're not gonna live with fear
Blues-o-o-o, Blues-o-o-o
This time, we know we can't all stand together
Without the power to be powerful
Believe me we can make it better
We're all someone's daughter
We're all someone's son
How long can we look at each other
Without pulling out a gun?...