Hollow threats and a great adventure So much business, towns in the dirt Company cars and efficient Americans Three black boys sit in the corner White woman waiting to talk Lots of intention but no understanding
If Ned Kelly was king He'd make those robbers swing He'd send them down
Out in the dead heart, tourists and cameras Four wheel drives wreck, snapshots and slides Follow the brochures but nothings inside Heavy machinery loud in the outback Dreamtime developers they make all the sound Where will we be when they leave us a quarry?
If Ned Kelly was king He'd make those robbers swing He'd send them down there He'd make them stay And we can hope