They buried me up to my neck in the dry December ground The cold came up to get me Blinded me in this land Land The Queen was in the picture frame in the weatherboard schoolhouse And I wondered what she was doing hanging there And why we stood up when they played her song in our land Land They banished us to desert lands we never understood To share it with the bones of dinosaurs We fell where we stood in our land Land Sentenced me to 40 years and a tall ship made of wood Sent me down to Sydney town It was there I made good in this land Land But every action has an opposite reaction But every lie has an equal and opposite lie And every day is an accident waiting to happen For every life there's ten more waiting in line But every action has an opposite reaction But every lie has an equal and opposite lie The desk still smells of Indian ink and that English history We had to learn all the kings by name Not a black face to be seen in this land In this land Land