Kate Bush

bang! goes another kanga
On the bonnet of the van.
"see the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Many an aborigines mistaken for a tree
til you near him on the motorway
And the tree begin to breathe.
"see the light ram through the gaps in the land."
("ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha")
Coming in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
Is the new man.
Coming in with the golden light
Is my dented van.
Woomera.
"dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me,"
"dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-"
Woomera.
"a-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-
I-i-i-i-i-
Me-me-me-me-me.
"dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-
A-a-a-a-a-
M-m-m-m-m-
Ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-"
The civilised keep alive
The territorial war.
"see the light ram through the gaps in the land."
Erase the race that claim the place
And say we dig for ore,
Or dangle devils in a bottle
And push them from the pull of the bush.
"see the light ram through the gaps in the land."
You find them in the road.
"see the light bounce off the rocks to the sand."
In the road.
Coming in with the golden light
In the morning.
Coming in with the golden light
With no warning.
Coming in with the golden light
We bring in the rigging.
Dig, dig, dig, dig away.
"dree-ee-ee-ee-ee-