You've been wastin' All my precious time. You've been holdin' Holdin' on to what should be mine. You've been teachin' me, All the tricks you don't know. The bank man, And his hands. Are waitin' to dissolve you. I've been thinkin' Thinkin' bout that offer you made. And it don't sound too good. Put that needle in. And don't forget to close you're eyes She's gonna hit you... Where it hurts. And the pain is gonna be... Bad.

Yorta Yorta Lyrics & Music by Rhyece O'Neill 2006 Well it was 1995 and I was a young boy, not old or wise So I took a ride down to the river to catch myself a Murray Cod, I had some Bardi Grubs And there was nobody else in sight you would have thought I was the only boy alive Then this man came with a gun in his hand he said "Watcha' doin' there boy on my land?" he said "Your tresspassin'" I said "I did not know that you owned this land sir, I thought it belonged to the Yorta Yorta Clan sir, the Yorta Yorta people. He said "There aint no more of them blacks alive, they started killing them back in 1835, they started killing then" (Missing verse) He said "You have no right to be here boy, get off my land before I put a slug in your ass" so I ran real fast And I grabbed my rod and I rode away and I thought to myself "This is Strange, how can he own this land? He's just a farmer man, but this is Sacred land! Sacred land! When I rode back into town that night I could not sleep I was in fright And when finally I got to sleep a tribal elder came to me in my dream he said "How ya been?" Then the farmer he appeared again with a twin barreled shotgun in his hands And he pointed that gun to the elders head and he said "You blacks are better off dead" Then he told the elder to turn around and he pulled the trigger, he shot him down. Well the truth be known that we don't own this land, it belongs to the Yorta Yorta clan. Lets give it back to them. But the whiteman's never gonna give it back cause he knows that its worth too much cash... And it's in the bank. And meanwhile the river is dying and the government has not even tried... To Fix the evil, That Major Mitchell. Brought to this land. The truth be known that we don't own this land it belongs to the Yorta Yorta clan! Copyright Rhyece O'Neill 2006