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 fair fairs, to pay the rent to pay our share. The time has come, a facts a fact, it belongs to them, let's give it back. How can we dance when our earth is turning, how do we sleep when our beds are burning. Four wheels scare our cockatoos, from Kintore east to Yuendemu. The western desert lives and breathes, in forty five degrees. The time has come, a facts a fact, it belongs to us all, let's give it back!!!!!!
