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