I'll give you something to write home about
And I'll take you somewhere, show you around
We burnt all the cars that laid down and died
We burnt all the trees to keep us alive
Sat 'round the fire, sang like a choir
With the ashes of civilisation in our eyes [bad word] alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway

Far off a dull radio beats for the young uninvolved
The meaning's a football
stick and a can and a Kakadu man
Will the speaker speak up or the talker talk down
The world is no oyster and here in this town [bad word] falls like rain on a world that is brown
 [bad word] alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway [bad word] alive, and the children will sing as the
satellite swings down that highway

Nothing could be longer than that [bad word] road
No ever follows where the road trains go
And no where in the country do the dust storms blow so hard
So hard
 [bad word] alive, I read the signs on the Gunbarrel Highway
I hear the sound, it's the wheels as they drive
And the cultures collide on that highway
Ah, it's a hard day, the children will sing as the
Satellite swings down that highway