Sweatland from Ecopalypse by Rectoplasm®

Born from dreams of empire at the outskirts of the earth
The church and state and prisoners were midwives at your birth
They stole the land from Kooris and then cut down all the trees
And the shabby huts they knocked up then bred murder and disease
So you were built by convicts, sweating blood beneath the lash
And from the first, your systems ran on sweat and greed and cash
Well, now it's been two centuries you've squatted by the sea
And you've grown into a monster - well, that's how you seem to me...

Sweatland, oh my Sweatland - with your stinking summer heat
The Normals crowd your beaches, and I just want to retreat
Sport and beer and crooked cops all help to make you run
But all your brown pollution won't obscure the burning sun...

How many million lives have gone to feed your industry?
The sweat and blood and tears which all wash back into the sea
You make 'em and you break 'em, and it just goes on and on
The people come and go, just like the notes which make this song...
Towering, tasteless monoliths, all crammed with sweaty Suits
They're sweating for the boss, just like they sweat in their commutes
Sweating in the pub at lunch, then back to work to sweat
And the idea that they're being had is the one they'll never get...

Sweatland, lovely Sweatland - you'll just wipe that from their heads
The footy and the cars will fill those spaces up instead
TV, beer and Aussie flags - how the devils love their hell
Four million suckers crammed inside to simmer really well...

I'm living on your edge these days, but still you've sucked me in
Sweating on the train to town before the day begins
Sweating as I limp about these streets I know too well
I'm working in a box - another sweating stooge in Hell...
But still, it's getting hotter, and I see you're sweating, too
The power to run your aircons is emitting CO2
I hope I live to see you fry, 'cos that's what you should get
I'll laugh to see you washed away by rising seas of sweat...

Sweatland, so long Sweatland - I won't lose sleep over it!
I'll be sorry for your people, but I won't miss /you/ one bit!
The ruins of your Opera House will fade in memory
And someday there'll be trees again, and silence by the sea...

• Punk
• fnord
• gastric acid punk
• space sludge
• Australia