There´s a road train going nowhere
Roads are cut, lines are down
We´ll be staying at the Roma Bar
Till that monsoon passes on

The backbone of this country´s broken
The land is cracked and the land is sore
People are hanging on by their fingertips
We cursed and stumbled across that shore

I hear much support for the monarchy
I hear the Union Jack´s to remain
I see Namatjira in custody
I see Truganini´s in chains

And the world it won´t stand still

Blue collar work it don´t get you nowhere
You just go round and round in debt
Somebody´s got you on that treadmill, mate
And I hope you´re not beaten yet

I hear much support for the monarchy
I see the Union Jack in flames, let it burn
I see Namatjira with dignity
I see Truganini´s in chains