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 the fire, sang like a choir   With the ashes of civilization 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 stick 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 that corrugated road   No ever follows where the road trains go   And no where 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   Ah, it's a hard day, the children will sing as the   Satellite swings down that highway