Midnight Oil - Truganini

There's a road train going nowhere

Roads are cut, lines are down

We'll be staying at the Roma Bar

Till that monsoon passes on

The backbone of this country's broken

The land is cracked and the land is sore

Farmers are hanging on by their fingertips

We cursed and stumbled across that shore

I hear much support for the monarchy

I hear the Union Jack's to remain

I see Namatjira in custody

I see Truganini's in chains

And the world it won't stand still

Blue collar work it don't get you nowhere

You just go round and round in debt

Somebody's got you on that treadmill, mate

And I hope you're not beaten yet

I hear much support for the monarchy

I see the Union Jack in flames, let it burn

I see Namatjira with dignity

I see Truganini's in chains