(With apologies to Sinéad O’Connor)
It’s been eight long years and 10 more months
Since the Territory fit-up Blak
The ACTAAT “lost” his file and covered up
When the Territory fit-up Blak
Since he left court he can speak to anyone
He can tell the truth of it all
Prosecutors were complicit, they have no soul
And nothing,
We say nothing can wash away the stench
‘Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to stench
One witness lied on oath, she was recalled,
Once auditor-general
Senior Executive, once refugee
Tell me baby, how could she not speak English?
She wrote reports, she taught at University,
But the jury saw through her lies
Green-eyed monster, guess what he told them ‘Cause Blak won the trial, 16 to nil, he won! All the flowers of the span lang=”EN-US”Floriade Corruption stench
Won’t believe what he told them
He said, “I didn’t write that letter”
Even though the CEO took it from his hands,
Jury saw through the fool
In Regatta Place
Can’t cover the grave that you’ve made
We know that living with the truth is proving hard
And we’re not stopping ‘til justice is done
You know the fat one knew
ACT Police
Bent prosecution too
Registrar gone
Wait ‘til they tell what was done …
