Dangle devils in a bottle
See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand
And say we dig for ore or dangle devils in a bottle
The civilized keep alive the territorial war
Bang, goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van
See the light ram through the gaps in the land
See the sun set in the hand of the man
’Til you near him on the motorway
Erase the race that claim the place
See the light ram through the gaps in the land
Many an Aborigine’s mistaken for a tree
In the road, see the light
Coming in with the golden light in the morning
(Push ’em from the pull of the bush)
You find them in the road
Coming in with the golden light is the new man
And push them from the pull of the bush
And the tree begin to breathe
See the lights bounce off the rocks to the sand, in the road
And the tree begin to breathe
See the light ram through the gaps in the land
M-m-many an Aborigine’s mistaken for a tree
Coming in with the golden light in the morning
Erase the race that claim the place
See the light ram through the gaps in the land
Coming in with the golden light, we bring in the rigging
See the light ram through the gaps in the land
Woomera
See the sun set in the hand of the man
Coming in with the golden light is my dented van
Dig, dig, dig, dig away
See the light ram through the gaps in the land
And push them from the pull of the bush
See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand
(Push ’em from the pull of the bush)
You near him on the motorway
Coming in with the golden light with no warning
And say we dig for ore
You find them in the road
