Henry's Songbook

You who scribble on walls with your miniscule minds
You who make midnight calls, you who rattle my blinds
The violence you preach is the core of your creed
You don't speak for me

You call yourselves patriots, swastika-style
You feed on the fear of the ignorant child
There's no love of nation or people or land
In the hatred behind your smile
You don't speak for me, no you don't speak for me

I've seen where you come from, I've seen where you lead
It's a poisonous fruit that grows from your seed
You stir up the hatred till something explodes
You don't speak for me

You who slaughter free creatures and then call it sport
You proudly display the corpses you've shot
You talk about freedom and rights and control
You don't speak for me

You who poison the airwaves with Ghengis Khan views
You broadcast your bias and call it the news
You say that you speak for the millions out there
And deny that you're lighting a dangerous fuse
You don't speak for me, no you don't speak for me

You don't speak for me, you don't speak for my friends
We've followed that line, we've seen where it ends
Intolerance, hatred, division and strife
You don't speak for me

You who march in your hundreds of thousands for peace
You who work for political prisoners' release
You who fight the injustice of women ignored
You speak for me

You who combat apartheid wherever it's seen
You who struggle to keep the unique forests green
You who fight for the rights of all people in chains
You speak for me, you speak for me, you speak for me

[1991:] I wrote this song when there was a lot of neo-nazi activity in Sydney, and their leader was on TV one night spouting his vile racist comments and saying he believed that he spoke for eighty per cent of the Australian people. And I said out loud to my TV set: Well you don't speak for me! (Intro Judy Small)