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"Gunbarrel Highway" de Midnight OilI'll give you something to write home about
And I'll take you somewhere, show you around
We burnt all the cars that laid down and died
We burnt all the trees to keep us alive
Sat 'round a fire, sang like a choir
With the ashes of a civilisation in our eyes
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
Far off a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved
The meaning's a football
A slick and a can and a Kakadu man
Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down
The world is no oyster and here in this town
Shit falls like rain on a world that is brown
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I come alive and the children will sing
As the satellite swings down that highway
Nothing could be longer than a corrugated road
No one ever follows where the road trains go
And nowhere in the country do the dust storms blow so hard
So hard
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I hear the sound, it's the wheels as they drive
And the cultures collide on that highway
It's a hard day, the children will sing
As the satellite swings down that highway. | I'll give you something to write home about
And I'll take you somewhere, show you around
We burnt all the cars that laid down and died
We burnt all the trees to keep us alive
Sat 'round a fire, sang like a choir
With the ashes of a civilisation in our eyes
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
Far off a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved
The meaning's a football
A slick and a can and a Kakadu man
Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down
The world is no oyster and here in this town
Shit falls like rain on a world that is brown
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I come alive and the children will sing
As the satellite swings down that highway
Nothing could be longer than a corrugated road
No one ever follows where the road trains go
And nowhere in the country do the dust storms blow so hard
So hard
I come alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I hear the sound, it's the wheels as they drive
And the cultures collide on that highway
It's a hard day, the children will sing
As the satellite swings down that highway.
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