In the desert in the dry
Before the breaking of the rain
The temperature in the shade
Had reached a hundred and ten again

In the desert in the dry
On the overland telegraph line
Don't take the law into your own hands
Don't go looking for a fight

Na, na, na, na
I've heard the bullroarers, ah, na, na
Na, na, na, na

In the desert in the dry
Sun sits so high
Long day's mile and the radio crackles
And the bones bleached white

It's a knock-em-down storm
See the tin roof shake, ha, ha, ha
Wild dog howls and the long grass whistles
And the tall trees break

Na, na, na, na
I've seen the wild horses
Na, na, na, na
I've heard the bullroarers
Na, na, na, na
I've seen the wild horses
Na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na

Oh

Shifting sands and broken plans
Lead me on to my homeland

Na, na, na, na
I've seen the wild horses
Na, na, na, na
I've heard the bullroarers
Na, na, na, na
I've seen the wild horses
Na, na, na, na

I've seen the wild (na, na, na, na)
I've heard it, yeah
I've seen the wild (na, na, na, na)
I've heard the bullroarers (na, na, na, na)
Na, na, na, na

Na, na, na, na
Oh, shifting sands and broken plans
Na, na, na, na

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Writer(s): James Moginie, Martin Rotsey, Peter Garrett, Robert Hirst