I’ll give you something to write home about And I’ll take you somewhere, show you around We burnt all the cars that laid down and died We burnt all the trees to keep us alive Sat ’round the fire, sang like a choir With the ashes of civilisation in our eyes I come alive, I read the signs on the gunbarrel highway
Far off a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved The meaning’s a football A stick and a can and a kakadu man Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down The world is no oyster and here in this town Shit falls like rain on a world that is brown
I come alive, I read the signs on the gunbarrel highway I come alive, and the children will sing as the Satellite swings down that highway
Nothing could be longer than that corrugated road No ever follows where the road trains go And no where in the country do the dust storms blow so hard So hard
I come alive, I read the signs on the gunbarrel highway I hear the sound, it’s the wheels as they drive And the cultures collide on that highway Ah, it’s a hard day, the children will sing as the Satellite swings down that highway
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Far off a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved The meaning’s a football A stick and a can and a kakadu man Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down The world is no oyster and here in this town Shit falls like rain on a world that is brown
I come alive, I read the signs on the gunbarrel highway I come alive, and the children will sing as the Satellite swings down that highway
Nothing could be longer than that corrugated road No ever follows where the road trains go And no where in the country do the dust storms blow so hard So hard
I come alive, I read the signs on the gunbarrel highway I hear the sound, it’s the wheels as they drive And the cultures collide on that highway Ah, it’s a hard day, the children will sing as the Satellite swings down that highway
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