Bang, goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van   See the light ram through the gaps in the land   Many an Aborigine?s 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      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      The civilized 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 lights 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      M-m-many an Aborigine?s mistaken for a tree   See the light ram through the gaps in the land   You near him on the motorway   And the tree begin to breathe      Erase the race that claim the place   And say we dig for ore   See the light ram through the gaps in the land   Dangle devils in a bottle      And push them from the pull of the bush   See the sun set in the hand of the man      Bang, goes another kanga on the bonnet of the van   See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand   You find them in the road   See the light ram through the gaps in the land      In the road, see the light   (Push ?em from the pull of the bush)   See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand   (Push ?em from the pull of the bush)   See the sun set in the hand of the man      Oh, Re mikayina