EVERYTHING I KNOW  
Words & Music by Neil Pike©2013
It was a time of transition or the end of the line.
They were sending in the troopers to defend a private mine.
One person in a hundred would turn a nice buck
But the rest of the community was out of luck.

We thought we lived in paradise, our feet upon the ground.
What lies below the surface though belongs to the crown.
And the government looks after it on behalf of this great nation.
They’ve just gone and sold it to a multi-national corporation.

And everything I know
Is telling me that this is the wrong way to go.
Every single place I’ve been,
it’s always more concrete encroaching on the green.
Riding on your economic wave,
While you eat your own children & dig your own grave.
But this is where we make our stand,
You might own the courtrooms but the people own the land. 

Take a nice piece of bushland, dig a bloody big hole.
Fill it up with poison, sit back & count your gold.
Move on to the next place, when this one runs dry.
But the water’s all connected and there’s only one sky.

They’re coming right at us, anyone can see.
No-one’s gonna save us now, it’s down to you & me.
Come & help your neighbours stop the bastards getting through.
Come & meet the mining company before they come for you.

And everything I know
Is telling me that this is the wrong way to go.
Every single place I’ve been,
it’s always more concrete encroaching on the green.
Riding on your economic wave,
When it crashes to the shore, there won’t be nothing left to save.
But this is where we make our stand,
You might own the courtrooms but the people own the land. 

It was a time of redemption, a season most strange.
Rednecks & hippies agreeing for a change.
But it’s not just us “extremists” with our tractors & trees.
This is such insanity, that everyone agrees.

And everything you know
Should be telling you that this is the wrong way to go.
Every single place I’ve seen,
it’s always more concrete encroaching on the green.
Riding on your economic wave,
While you eat your own children & dig your fracking grave.
But this is where we make our stand,
You might own the courtrooms but the people own the land.