Trapped by tides Led by liars Specks of light Clinging to telephone wires Surrounded by desert pyres About as foreign to me as my distant sires Europe and the Americans Send their artists down here to vent I'm afraid to sing in my own accent Culture cringing like an adolescent Here upon This artless wedge We struggle not To fall off the edge of the world ♪ Caroline Springs And she floods the fields Cities bitch High up on four wheels Well I know they just want what's best for their families But I want to live in a community Where there's no need to pray that it's them and not me And I'm allowed to be what I'm meant to be Here upon This artifice The Australian Dream falls off the edge of the world ♪ The oldest people The oldest wisdom Beyond the grasp of an infant kingdom We come from people who risked it all We come from people that broke the law Now I need a stamped piece of paper to take a piss Like we're still a gaol for the English Two centuries on an ancient land Pretending that we understand the world