Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
The colours are green, the colours are blue.
When your born in this world, they give the colours to you.
You don't have a choice.
In a city thats shaped by the scars off the past, our colours are taken and nailed to the mast, to the songs off the tribes.
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Some blame it on religion, some blame it on the holy war.
A self division, to cut the city to its core.
Another dobby day, another casualty, and all the papers say, it's just another Saturday.
The colours are green, the colours are blue.
When your born in this world they give those colours to you.
You don't have a choice.
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
One hundred years off hate and violence.
His broken bones and deathly silence.
His son's not, coming home.
History revisited by drunk teenage boys.
Too young to remember it, but old enough to die.
The paper says, wrong place, wrong time.
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
But this is our city and these are our colours,
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
Find a job, you find a job, your up to your knees, in hate.
Who? Taught you, too hate?
Find a job, you find a job, your up to your knees, in hate.
Who? Taught you, too hate?
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
The colours are green, the colours are blue.
When your born in this world, they give the colours to you.
You don't have a choice.
In a city thats shaped by the scars off the past, our colours are taken and nailed to the mast, to the songs off the tribes.
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Some blame it on religion, some blame it on the holy war.
A self division, to cut the city to its core.
Another dobby day, another casualty, and all the papers say, it's just another Saturday.
The colours are green, the colours are blue.
When your born in this world they give those colours to you.
You don't have a choice.
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
One hundred years off hate and violence.
His broken bones and deathly silence.
His son's not, coming home.
History revisited by drunk teenage boys.
Too young to remember it, but old enough to die.
The paper says, wrong place, wrong time.
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
But this is our city and these are our colours,
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
this is our city and these are our colours.
Find a job, you find a job, your up to your knees, in hate.
Who? Taught you, too hate?
Find a job, you find a job, your up to your knees, in hate.
Who? Taught you, too hate?
Oh oh oh ohhhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh
Woh oh oh ohhhh