Beds Are Burning Midnight Oil Out where the river broke The bloodwood and the desert oak Holden wrecks and boiling diesels Steam in forty five degrees The time has come To say fair's fair To pay the rent To pay our share The time has come A fact's a fact It belongs to them Let's give it back How can we dance when our earth is turning How do we sleep while our beds are burning Four wheels scare the cockatoos >From Kintore East to Yuendemu The western desert lives and breathes In forty five degrees