When the shearing sheds are
silent and the stock camps fallen quiet
When the Gidgee coals no
longer glow across the outback night
And the bush is forced to hang
a sign, '. gone broke and won't be back'
And spirits fear to find a
way beyond the beaten track
When harvesters stand derelict upon
the wind swept plains
And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on
chance of loving rains
When a hundred outback settlements are ghost
towns overnight
When we've lost the drive and heart we had to once
more see us right
When 'Pioneer' means a stereo and 'Digger'
some backhoe
And the 'Outback' is behind the house. there's nowhere
else to go
And 'Anzac' is a biscuit brand and probably foreign
owned
And education really means brainwashed and neatly
cloned
When you have to bake a loaf of bread to make a decent
crust
And our heritage once enshrined in gold is crumbling to
dust
And old folk pay their camping fees on land for which they
fought
And fishing is a great escape; this is until you're
caught
When you see our kids with Yankee caps and resentment in
their eyes
And the soaring crime and hopeless hearts is no longer a
surprise
When the name of RM Williams is a yuppie clothing
brand
Not a product of our heritage that grew off the
land
When offering a hand makes people think you'll
amputate
And two dogs meeting in the street is what you call a
'Mate'
When 'Political Correctness' has replaced all common
sense
When you're forced to see it their way, there's no sitting on
the fence
Yes one day you might find yourself an outcast in
this land
Perhaps your heart will tell you then, '. I should have
made a stand'
Just go and ask the farmers that should remove all
doubt
Then join the swelling ranks who say
DON'T SELL AUSTRALIA OUT!!!