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Woomera

An Australian prison camp for immigrants ,

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sara

Date:

25 December 2006

Author:

unknown

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Woomera

Good day, mate, and welcome to Australia!
Glad you could make it mate, to Woomera!

Welcome mate - we're gonna decide your fate
In this place of hate,
Yeah, welcome to Woomera!

Oh, welcome to Australia,
Which we ain't gonna share with yer,
No, welcome to Woomera!

Listen mate, it's like this mate,
We stole from the darkies mate and we know that's not great
But the door's shut now mate and you're just gonna have to wait whilst we decide your fate
In our place of Hate,
Oh, welcome to Woomera!

No one gets into Australia,
Immigration time's over.

Yeah, it doesn't seem fair at all, mate,
Poor bastard you're in a state,
It's totally out of order, mate,
But I don't make the rules
And though I can see you've struggled to get here
I guess, maybe, it's just that we ain't gotta know yer,
And sadly, we ain't gonna, 'cos immigration time's over,
We ain't gonna share with yer -
Yeah, welcome to Woomera.

-unknown -

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