The Dreaming

'Bang!' goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van

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

Many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree

Till you near him on the motorway and the tree begin to breathe

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

Coming in with the golden light

In the morning

Coming in with the golden light

Is the New Man

Coming in with the golden light

Is my dented van

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The civilised keep alive the territorial war

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

Erase the race that claim the place

And say we dig for ore

Or dangle devils in a bottle

And push them from the Pull of the Bush

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

You find them in the road

(See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand)

In the road

Coming in with the golden light

In the morning

Coming in with the golden light

With no warning

Coming in with the golden light

We bring in the rigging

Dig, dig, dig, dig away

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Oh, ma-many an Aborigine's mistaken for a tree

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

You near him on the motorway and the tree begin to breathe

Erase the race that claim the place

And say we dig for ore

(See the light 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 light bounce off the rocks to the sand)

You find them in the road

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

In the road

(See the light)

(Push 'em from the) Pull of the Bush

(See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand)

(Push 'em from the) Pull of the Bush

(See the sun set in the hand of the man)