getting a certain Ozzie to say sorry

Touche, Max! Can't argue with that one...

I hear you say the truth must take a beating
The flag a camouflage for your deceiving
Cause I know, (I know) I know, it's written on your soul
I know we all make mistakes

This is not a case of blurred vision, it's a case of black holes, pocket holes, soul holes

And did I hear you say
My country right or wrong

with thanks to Midnight Oil, who keep (some of) My Country thinking...