I’ll Round you bastards up and shoot
Get off my land
And you call yourself a representative of my people
Who are you representing up here?
Me or the sheep
Or do you simply represent stupidity
Cleverly disguised as power
What, and now you want me to pay for my water
It only rained twice last week
First for three days and then for four
Are you aware?
I built this dam on a desert land
My labour my money my sweat and tears
Me and my neighbours
It’s just a hole in the ground
I turned this desert into a gun place
Hard work got me here
Hard work gave my animals a drink
No bloody government offered these animals a hope
And me any chance of fulfilling a dream
And the hole in the ground that trapped the water was my doing
You bastards
Now I have to pay for water that would once have evaporated or run away
You haven’t got me yet
For my property has for practical purpose several gates
Only when you toll them will both I and my sheep be buggered
And I think I got it right first time
I’ll Round you bastards up and shoot
Get off my land