BEDS ARE BURNING    MIDNIGHT OIL 

PŘED:

Out where the river broke, the blood wood and the desert oak,
Holden wrecks and boiling diesels steam in fourty-five degrees.
The time has come,  to say fair's fair, To pay the rent, to pay our share.
The time has come, a tact's a fact, It belongs to them, let's give it back.
MEZ:

REF: How can we dance when our earth is turning,
          How do we sleep while our beds are burning
          How can we dance when our earth is turning
          How do we sleep while our beds are burning
The time has come to say fair's fair, To pay the rent, to pay our share.
MEZ:

Four wheels scare the cockatoos from Kintyre East to Yuendemu.
The western desert lives and breathes in fourty-five degrees.
The time has come,  to say fair's fair, To pay the rent, to pay our share.
The time has come, a tact's a fact, It belongs to them, let's give it back.
MEZ

REF: How can we dance when our earth is turning,
          How do we sleep while our beds are burning
          How can we dance when our earth is turning
          How do we sleep while our beds are burning
The time has come,  to say fair's fair, To pay the rent, to pay our share.