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
 [bad word] red, black rain falls, dust in my hand [bad word] red, black rain falls, on my bleeding land

So we came and we conquered and found
Riches [bad word] and kings
Who strangled and wrestled the ground
But they never put back anything
Now I'm trapped like a dog in a cage
Wherever the [bad word] is pursued
It must be the curse of the age
What's taken is never renewed

(Hirst/Moginie)