Midnight Oil - Beds are Burning

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. 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. 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 How can we dance when our earth is turning? The time has come to say fair's fair How can we dance when our earth is turning? How do we sleep while our beds are burning?