The Slingers - The Ballad of Mad Dog Morgan (Unreleased)

Recorded in Colac, Victoria - 2020 (Previously Unreleased)
Full Credits Below Lyrics in Description

Lyrics:

Mad Dog, Mad Dog,
Like a killer fading into the fog,
Like a termite on an upturned log,
Or a fox face-down in the bog,

Cut a circle with the sabre through the mud,
When the billabongs brimmed with blood,
Like the bringer of a biblical flood,
Or just a killer with a taste for blood.

Ah, the white man gasped,
'I should have killed you when I had the chance',
But says Morgan with the parting glance,
'Are we not dancers in the same sick dance?
And spare me your sermon, please,
Are we not symptoms of the same disease?
Did we not sail on the same sick seas?
To draw breath from the same quick breeze?
Are we not fingers on the same white hand,
Throwing shadows on stolen land?

I am orphaned, I am a child,
But by the miracle of Mary Mild,
I have found my peace in the wild,
I have found my peace in the wild,

'Here lies Morgan', the headstone read,
Modern Gorgon - cut off the head,
That's the way the world goes round,
The big dogs stand their ground,
And the mad dogs get put down,
Oh Morgan, don't make a sound,

Beneath the sun, there is nothing new,
Same shit on a different shoe,
That's the way the world goes round,
The big dogs stand their ground,
And the mad dogs get put down,
Oh Morgan, don't make a sound,

Mother Mary has a hold of you now (Amen, hallelujah)
Mother Mary has a hold of you now
Mother Mary has a hold of you now (My arms are wide open)
Mother Mercy has a hold of you now (I'm ready)

Credits:
Words & Music by R. J. Mahon
Recorded by The Slingers
Produced by The Slingers
© ℗ 2021 The Slingers