“Sold by the Pound” 🎶
(Australian protest country song)”
Verse 1
They wrapped the flag in a press release,
Said “trust us mate, it’s economic peace.”
Sold the ports, sold the land, sold the lot,
Shook hands with suits who never sweat a shot.
Lobbyists whisper, MPs nod,
Country’s run from a boardroom, not by God.
Two big sides, same bloody game,
Different slogans, same result, same shame.
Chorus
They sold us cheap, they sold us out,
While shouting freedom, mateship, clout.
Housing’s fucked, wages crawl,
Young Aussies locked out one and all.
Weak as piss, no spine, no clue,
Every party’s bent — not just a few.
Verse 2
Homes turned chips in a global bet,
Investors feast, locals get debt.
Rent goes up, pay stays flat,
Tell us “work harder” — get fucked with that.
Immigration numbers up, no plan in sight,
No homes, no trains, no beds at night.
Workers blamed while profits soar,
Classic trick we’ve seen before.
Chorus
They sold us cheap, they sold us out,
While dodging questions, changing route.
Green dreams sold with glossy lies,
Coal in drag, same old ties.
“Net zero soon,” they proudly claim,
While emissions rise under another name.
Verse 3
Free speech dies by a thousand cuts,
Say the wrong thing — you’re thrown to the nuts.
Violence excused if it fits the frame,
Law’s selective — don’t say the name.
Extremes get handled with kid gloves on,
While regular blokes get stomped and gone.
Two-tier justice, soft and hard,
Depends who holds the right access card.
Chorus
They sold us cheap, they sold us out,
Call dissent “hate,” shut the mouth.
Strong words banned, weak acts stay,
Courage left Canberra years away.
No vision, no guts, no bloody clue,
Just career cunts passing the buck to you.
Bridge
We’re rich in dirt, in gas, in sun,
But pay more bills than anyone.
Dig it up, ship it out,
Then buy it back — explain that route?
Verse 4
They tell us we’re lucky, should shut our mouths,
While families drown in silent doubts.
Kids still home at thirty-three,
Because a “starter home” costs a life and a fee.
Not left, not right — it’s top and down,
Power protects power in this town.
Elections change the colour of the tie,
But never who gets rich, never who lies.
Final Chorus
They sold us cheap, they sold us out,
Every party, no exception now.
Not red or blue or green or gold,
Just self-serving bastards bought and sold.
This country’s strong, but led by weak,
And we pay the price every bloody week.
Outro
Australia’s still worth fighting for,
But not the suits who sold the store.
If there’s hope left, it’s me and you —
Not the weak-as-piss cunts running the zoo.
