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