From "Wild Colonial Boys" on Lionheart Records.
Guest vocals by Doug Smith
March the streets, united blokes. Fighting the world, running amok. In 81 this daring youth commenced his wild career. With a heart that knows no danger, No stranger do I fear. A terror to Victoria, the wild colonial boys. Come along brothers, we'll roam the streets. Together we'll plunder, together we'll ride. Without a dollar, scarcely men we left out father's home. And through Melbourne's scummy streets, the wild boys do roam. We'll write the rules, we'll run this town. Your culture we'll destroy. A terror to Victoria, these wild colonial boys. Come along brothers, we'll roam the streets, We'll dance with iron chains.
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