Out where the river broke
  The blood wood and the desert oak
  Holden wrecks and boiling diesels steam
  In fourty-five degrees.
  
  The time has come to say fair's fair
  
  To pay the rent
  To pay our share.
  The time has come
  A tact'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.
  Four wheels scare the cockatoos from Kintyre East to Yuendemu.
  The western desert lives and breathes in fourty-five degrees.
  
  The time has come to say fair's fair
  . . .
  How can we dance when our earth is turning? . . .
  The time has come to say fair's fair
  . . .
  
  How can we dance when our earth is turning?
  How do we sleep while our beds are burning?