So you cut all the tall trees down, you poisoned the sky and the sea

You've taken what's good from the ground

But you've left precious little for me

You remember the flood and the fall, we remember the light on the hill

There should be enough for us all, but the dollar is driving us still



River runs red, black rain falls, dust in my hand

River runs red, black rain falls, on my bleeding land



So we came and we conquered and found

Who strangled and wrestled the ground

But they never put back anything

Now I'm trapped like a dog in a cage

Wherever the truth is pursued

It must be the curse of the age

What's taken is never renewed



(Hirst/Moginie)