John Pat Songtext
von Archie Roach

Write of life
The pious said
Forget the past
The past is dead

But all I see
In front of me
Is a concrete floor
A cell door
And John Pat

I tear out the page
Forget his age
Thin skull, they cried
That′s why he died

But I can't forget
A silhouette
Of a concrete floor
A cell door and John Pat


The end product
Of Guddia law
Is a viaduct
For fang and claw

And a place to dwell
Like Roebourne′s hell
Of a concrete floor
A cell door
And John Pat

He's there
Where?
Oh, There in their minds now
Deep within
There to prance
A sidelong glance

A silly grin
To remind them all
Of a Guddia wall
A concrete floor
A cell door
And John Pat