We'll roll on with our heads held high
Our conscience in the gutter
Our dreams up in the sky

We'll roll on with our heads held high
Our conscience in the gutter
Our dreams up in the sky

The ship yards are deserted on the docks on Melbourne town
The wharfies standing strong
They gathered round to see what the union had to say
There's too much work and not enough pay
Say!

We'll roll on with our heads held high
Our conscience in the gutter
Our dreams up in the sky

We'll roll on with our heads held high
Our conscience in the gutter
Our dreams up in the sky

We'll protest in peace keep the whole thing quiet
The last thing needed is a wage-fuelled riot
'Cos they don't really care
They're always standing [bad word] from the outside
From the [bad word] from the outside world

Do you really care?
Why are you standing there?
Filming for the outside world
Do you really care?
Why are you standing there?
Filming for the outside world

Five weeks had passed when the union made it clear
Spirits slowly faded and the end was getting near
You see you're all expendable
And when all is said and done
You'll go back to work tomorrow
Or meet your new replacement son

Roll on

We'll roll on with our heads held high
Our conscience in the gutter
Our dreams up in the sky

We'll roll on with our heads held high
Our conscience in the gutter
Our dreams up in the sky