Beds Are Burning

PŘED:

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.

MEZ:

R: 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.

MEZ:

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,
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.

MEZ

R: 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.