Out where the river broke, the bloodwood and the desert oak
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels, steam in forty five degrees
The time has come, to say fair's fair;
to pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact;
it belongs to them, let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come to say fairs fair,
to pay the rent, now to pay our share
Four wheels scare the cockatoos, from Kintore East to Yuendemu
The western desert lives and breathes, in forty five degrees
The time has come, to say fair's fair;
to pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact;
it belongs to them, let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
The time has come, to say fair's fair;
to pay the rent, to pay our share
The time has come, a fact's a fact;
it belongs to them, let's give it back
How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How do we sleep while our beds are burning?
Set8