Some think im after their heads some seem to be after mine but i think whats relevant to the word.. when we go crossing all these thin lines is what we was said at the first complex when the men in thus world already great said we gotta deal with the situation of hungry men no longer filling up plates. 1889 they spoke and a few times before im sure. around now they were doing a few things and mans labour didnt pay no more. well i guess to a point, it never did and in the same way it always will. but you can only break so many backs, when you got a quota to fill first in Australia.. when those great boats came and our cousins in America to start a different name. the plan was weed send em a lot of crops better than mexico could get out yas for a weed cop. but you said all taht sailing was way to hard and went back to your tobacco and cotton yards. and over the years Aussies crossed it out. big bro said it was trouble and he had all the clout. so we finally criminilised it here in aus by the 1970's. america still said no to our grasses green. but my point tenterfield. if you get to the orration the story i mean when i tell this narration, is tenterfield school heard a bunch of men pledge the fair train fares and then they said we too need an army.. and if you dont mind lead, our educations years ahead of the ones not fed. so the boss to asbestos took over our heads and the train track carried all the military men to the tanks we had sourced (did i mention mines?) This was the beginning of the federal governent dime. around this ol century.. you know one eight eight nine the british police force was drawing lines and come speak to tenterfield, arranging marks they started drawing heads from these civillised parts. but most kids at this stage hardly even knew to read the pressed times classrooms bare but a few fairly fond of their rhymes.. now schools these days have a different lens but its not so poetic if you know the end.. or maybe it will be if we can ask who to defend the fact we seem to need mining for a military and for us to be your men.. but still wheres this train long the coast for as all, with regulated fare passes and peanuts for all. which states military i gotta join, to overtbrow parliament and these other johns, that run rackets of metal and broken stone roses while the goverments stocks in pharma makes people turn noses and turn blind eyes.. tenterfield? who are these heads with their finger in pies, we dont know why we defend when they tell us all lies and roll in the profit of a rather good scam.. just some trains and some mans cobble on metal plied land, heads in the sand rubbing filthy rich hands, atleast the surplus you promised is all i demand. but a state gotta sit here and ruffle about what we wear when we storm in and throw you guys out i got mush mash of leagues but theyre still central now business plan whats mine man? whats the cost of my ass youve had it tied and tethered to pharma research non consentually so long, so whats my business worth?