MIDNIGHT OIL
BEDS ARE BURNING
out where the river broke
the bloodwood and the desert oak
holden wrecks and boiling diesels
steem in forty five degrees
the time has come
to say fair ‘s fair
to pay the rent
to pay our share
the time has come
a fact ‘s a fact
it belongs to them
lat’s give it back
how can we dance when our earth is turning
how do we sleep while our beds are burning
four wheels scare the cackatoos
from Kintore East to Yuendemu
the western desert lives and breathes
in forty five degrees
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