You call this the sunshine state?
I really wonder what's our fate?
Joh's got his secret plan
To turn us into the Ku Klux Klan
The police state will come and we'll be gone
And everybody will feel Joh's scorn
He'll take away our right to be free
There'll be no such thing as anarchy
Politicians' bound in chains
They've been blackmailed to look insane
Joh pretends that he's farmer
But on his farm he grows marijuana
This state of ours looks a bit sunk
What we need is a bit more punk
Let's fight back, before I'm sick
Cause we all turned into a bunch of dicks
Brisbane 1984
Feed the rich
Eat the poor
Under arrest, under arrest, ow, ow, ow, ow
Under arrest, under arrest, ow, ow, ow, ow
Under arrest, under arrest, ow, ow, ow, ow
Under arrest, under arrest, ow, ow, ow, ow