Roll On

(One two three four) (Roll on, roll on) (Roll on, roll on) (Roll on, roll on) (Roll on, roll on) (We'll roll on with our heads held high) Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky (We'll roll on with our heads held high) Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky The shipyards are deserted on the docks of Melbourne town The wharfies standing strong They gathered round to see what the union had to say There's too much work and not enough pay say (We'll roll on with our heads held high) Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky (We'll roll on with our heads held high) Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky We'll protest in peace, keep the whole thing quiet The last thing needed is a wage-fuelled riot 'Cause they don't really care They're always standing there Running from the outside, from the outside Running from the outside world Do you really care? Why are you standing there Filming for the outside world? Do you really care? Why are you standing there Filming for the outside world? Five weeks had passed when the union made it clear Spirits slowly faded and the end was getting near "You see you're all expendable" and when all is said and done "You'll go back to work tomorrow, meet your new replacement, son!" (Roll on, roll on) (Roll on) (We'll roll on with our heads held high) Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky (We'll roll on with our heads held high) Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on Roll on, roll on