Intro
Verse 1
A Story Not Often Told
Not Of The Brave Nor The Bould
A Tale Of Those Starved Of Life
Many A Man Who Lost A Wife
Penned By The Coloniser's Hand
They Blamed Our Deaths On The Land
Know That Pen Bore A Lie
It Wasn't A Famine, It Was Geno-Cide
Chorus
Tried To Bury Our Language
Our Young Left On Ships
While He Filled His Larder
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
A Garden Of Grain For The Royals, The Brits
While He Starved All The West
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
Post-Chorus
The Famine
The Famine
Verse 2
A Story Not Often Told
Of A Nation Not Bought But Sold
Our Golden Corn Shipped Away
Our Truth Tellers They Were Thrown In Jail
Our Truth Tellers Sent To Botany Bay
Chorus
Tried To Bury Our Language
Our Young Left On Ships
While He Filled His Larder
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
A Garden Of Grain For The Royals, The Brits
While He Starved All The West
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
Post-Chorus
The Famine
The Famine
The Famine
The Famine
Chorus
Tried To Bury Our Language
Our Young Left On Ships
While He Filled His Larder
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
A Garden Of Grain For The Royals, The Brits
Drove Us To The Drink
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
Trevelyan, The Fat Prick
