"Bang" goes another Kanga On the bonnet of the van (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree 'Til you near him on the motorway The tree begin to breathe (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Coming in with the golden light in the morning Coming in with the golden light is the New Man Coming in with the golden light is my dented van
DRE-A-M-T-I-ME
The civilized keep alive the territorial war (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Erase the race that claim the place And say we dig for ore Or dangle Devils in a bottle And push them from the Pull Of The Bush (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) You find them in the road (See the lights bounce of the rocks to the sand) In the road Coming in with the golden light - in the morning Coming in with the golden light - with no warning Coming in with the golden light - we bring in the rigging Dig, dig, dig away
DRE-A-M-T-I-ME
Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree You near him on the motorway, the tree begin to breathe Erase the race that claim the place and say we dig for ore (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) Dangle Devils in a bottle and push them from the Pull Of The Bush (See the sun set in the hand of the man) "Bang" goes another Kanga on the bonnet of the van (See the lights ram through the gaps in the land) You find them in the road In the road (See the light) Pull Of The Bush (See the lights bounce of the rocks to the sand) Push them from the - Pull Of The Bush See the sun set in the hand of the man