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(Anderson / Howe / Wakeman / Bruford / Bacon) |
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In 1954 the British Government, |
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In order to maintain the balance |
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Of power between East and West, |
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exploded their first atom bomb at Woomera. |
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They failed to contact all of the Aborigine peoples |
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at the time. The Aborigines still call this |
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'The day of the cloud.' |
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A new born land |
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Dreaming by the sky |
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The scent of colours |
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In the flowers |
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Believe it's small |
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In many ways |
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It holds the key |
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That divides the super powers |
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This road is never lonely |
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To England they are tied |
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They were blasted by the Silver Cloud |
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There were blasted to the wall alive |
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This place, this place ain't big enough for stars and stripes |
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Counting out the statesmen |
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Bungling one by one |
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Spelling out this segregation |
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So the catchword be |
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Looking after number one |
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They release the fear inside |
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Are human after all |
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So begins our dream time |
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They hunted like the dinosaur |
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We the pure |
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They the savage innocent |
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How we crush our existence after all |
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Come on |
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For without them |
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We are lonely |
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This England we are blind |
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Like all the Empires crumble |
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Will surely change the tide |
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This place ain't big enough for red and white |
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This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes |
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This place, this place |
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This place is theirs, by their birthright |
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This place |
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The sun gives better reasons |
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United we are blind |
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To deliver our existence |
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Keep it up |
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Keep it up |
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This human tide, give it some |
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We can break the ties |
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Of recent changes |
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Know the ones who |
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Hold the key |
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Singing out the congregation |
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We are them and they are we |
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This place ain't big enough for red and white |
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This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes |
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This place |
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This place |
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This place is theirs by their birthright |
