"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 motoreway

The tree begin to breathe

(See the lights ram through the gaps in the land)

Coming in with the golen light in the morning

Coming in with the golen light is the New Man

Coming in with the golen 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 Dvils 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 golen light - in the morning

Coming in with the golen light - with no warning

Coming in with the golen 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 motoreway, 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