Why don't
we go back to the shape
And leave this old lady alone
We've pushed and we've pulled,
we've killed and we've mauled
And there's nowhere to
hide from the sun
Why do we take more than we need?
What is this strange disease?
We turn everything we can see into money
Damn the earth, damn the sky,
damn the seas
Why do we destroy so much life,
When we're more than flesh on the bone?
I jump in my truck, but I'm out of luck,
Cos most of the trees are
now gone.
Take the girls for a pony ride,
show them a brigalow
Like the hair on my face
it was all over the place,
eighty -odd years ago
There's a couple on the side of the road,
and one's got some kind of grub
There was box and board,
a rebar and black wallaby,
past the old load, down the pub.
There was supplejack and leopard wood,
my old wilgar, and it goes on.
I jump in my truck, but I'm out of luck,
cos most of the trees are now gone.
Most of the trains are gone
So why don't we go back to the wall
Start keeping the whole world warm
We've dug and we've dirted
We've sprayed and we've squirted
And it all floats away in the storm
My life is just a flash in the dark, I know
And I'm just the victim of fate
Why was I born in this beautiful world?
Why was I born too late,
to walk in the virgin bushland?
Put damper and billy on,
I jump in my truck
But I'm out of luck,
cos most of the trees are now gone
Most of the trees are now gone