In 1954 the british government, in order to maintain the
balance
Of power between east and west, exploded their first atom bomb

at
Woomera. they failed to contact all of the aborigine peoples
at

The time. the aborigines still call this 'the day of the
cloud.'


A new born land
Dreaming by the sky
The scent of colours

In the flowers

Believe it's small

In many ways
It holds the key
That divides the super powers


This road is never lonely
To england they are tied

They were blasted by the silver cloud
There were blasted to the wall alive


This place, this place ain't big enough for stars and stripes

Counting out the statesmen

Bungling one by one
Spelling out this segregation
So the catchword be

Looking after number one
They release the fear inside
Are human after all

So begins our dream time
They hunted like the dinosaur
We the pure

They the savage innocent
How we crush our existence after all
Come on


For without them
We are lonely

This england we are blind
Like all the empires crumble
Will surely change the tide


This place ain't big enough for red and white
This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes


This place - this place
This place is theirs, by their birthright

This place

The sun gives better reasons

United we are blind
To deliver our existence
Keep it up

Keep it up
This human tide, give it some


We can break the ties
Of recent changes
Know the ones who

Hold the key
Singing out the congregation
We are them and they are we


This place ain't big enough for red and white
This place ain't big enough for stars and stripes

This place
This place
This place is theirs by their birthright