Verse 1
This land was built on sweat and dust,
On borrowed dreams and busted trust.
But somewhere high in carpeted rooms,
They sold tomorrow for boardroom blooms.
Wrapped themselves in flags and lies,
Said “national interest” with dead eyes.
Shake a hand, sign a deal, take the cheque,
Turn around and stab us in the neck.
Chorus
Traitors in suits, ties pulled tight,
Selling the country late at night.
Not left, not right — just bought and sold,
Same old bastards, getting bold.
They toast with wine while we scrape by,
Traitors to Australia — don’t deny.
Verse 2
They sold the land, they sold the ports,
They sold the laws to the highest courts.
Homes became chips on a global table,
Families priced out — “too bad, not able.”
They call it growth, they call it smart,
While ripping the guts out of the heart.
If mateship mattered more than greed,
We wouldn’t be here — take heed.
Chorus
Traitors in suits, career first,
Promise relief, deliver worse.
Elections change the colour of the sign,
But never who drinks from the public wine.
Smile for cameras, bow to power,
Sell us cheaper every hour.
Verse 3
Free speech muzzled, courage thin,
Say the wrong thing — you don’t get in.
Justice bends if you’ve got the name,
Rules for us, exemptions for them.
They preach values, they preach control,
While lobby money owns their soul.
No spine, no guts, no bloody stand,
Just puppets pulling strings on the land.
Bridge
This country’s rich in sun and ground,
But somehow always cash-starved, bound.
Dig it up, ship it out, buy it back,
Explain that trick — explain that crack.
Final Chorus
Traitors in suits, history will know,
You didn’t lead — you let it go.
Australia’s strong, the people are too,
Just weighed down by the likes of you.
We’re still here, we haven’t quit,
But every scar — your fingerprints.
Outro
This land’s worth more than deals and spin,
More than cowards who cash it in.
One day the truth won’t be denied —
Who stood for Australia, and who sold its hide.
