Beds are burningmidnight oilout where the river brokethe bloodwood and the desert oakholden wrecks and boiling dieselssteam in forty five degreesthe time has cometo say fair's fairto pay the rentto pay our sharethe time has comea fact's a factit belongs to themlet's give it backhow can we dance when our earth is turninghow do we sleep while our beds are burningfour wheels scare the cockatoos>from kintore east to yuendemuthe western desert lives and breathesin forty five degrees