by John Williamson       What am I gonna do - what about the future?   Gotta draw the line without delay   Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred   Ancient life will fade away       Over the hill they go, killing another mountain   Gotta fill the quota - can't go slow   Huge machinery wiping out the scenery   One big swipe like a shearer's blow       Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper   Throw it in the bin, no news today   Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming?   Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay       Remember the axemen knew their timber   Cared about the way they brought it down   Crosscut, blackbutt, tallowood and cedar   Build another bungalow - pioneer town       I am the bush and I am koala   We are one - go hand in hand   I am the bush like Banjo and Henry   It's in my blood - gonna make a stand       Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper   Throw it in the bin, no news today   Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming?   Chainsaw, eyesore - more decay       Rip rip woodchip - turn it into paper   Throw it in the bin - don't understand   Nightmare, dreaming - can't you hear the screaming?   Stirs my blood - gonna make a stand