Lyrics:

They're tearing up our land
With hard relentless hands
Pushing us into the wilderness
Which isn't theirs to abuse
We're victims of our tolerance
We're casualties of circumstance
Losing the freedom that was our right
Before the wild colonial boys came and
conquered, prisoners turned jailers
They tore up our country

You walk into my dreamtime
And steal my thoughts away
If only you could understand
This is no kind of master plan
That makes me walk away.

They're poisoning our souls
With European goals
We're slaves to their progress
We've lost the right to choose
We've stood the test of faith
But change is coming far too late
Too late for the culture that was our own
Before the wild colonial boys came and
Conquered, prisoners turned jailers
They tore up our country

You walk into my dreamtime
And steal my thoughts away
If only you could understand
This is no kind of master plan
That makes me walk away.