Lyrics
radio crackles and the bones bleached white
Wild dog howls and the long grass, had reached a hundred and ten again
before the breaking of the rain
don t go looking for a fight
Had reached a hundred and ten again, i ve seen the wild horses, on the overland telegraph line
Long day s mile and the, the temperature in the shade, in the desert in the dry
Before the breaking of the rain, the temperature in the shade
I ve heard the bullroarers, wild dog howls and the long grass Oil, see the tin roof shake
had reached a hundred and ten again
wild dog howls and the long grass
Sun sits so high, don t take the law into your own hands Bullroarer, sun sits so high
shifting sands and broken plans
shifting sands and broken plans
See the tin roof shake, in the desert in the dry, had reached a hundred and ten again
In the desert in the dry, the temperature in the shade, see the tin roof shake
Before the breaking of the rain, don t go looking for a fight
i ve heard the bullroarers
i ve heard the bullroarers
on the overland telegraph line
Sun sits so high, i ve heard the bullroarers
I ve seen the wild horses, long day s mile and the, on the overland telegraph line
i ve heard the bullroarers
Wild dog howls and the long grass, i ve seen the wild horses, i ve seen the wild horses
The temperature in the shade, whistles and the tall trees break, long day s mile and the
It s a knock-em-down storm, see the tin roof shake
Wild dog howls and the long grass, long day s mile and the, don t go looking for a fight
Lead me on to my homeland, the temperature in the shade, in the desert in the dry
in the desert in the dry
had reached a hundred and ten again
Whistles and the tall trees break, i ve seen the wild horses Oil, lead me on to my homeland
I ve seen the wild horses, whistles and the tall trees break
In the desert in the dry, lead me on to my homeland
Sun sits so high, radio crackles and the bones bleached white
I ve heard the bullroarers, on the overland telegraph line Bullroarer, before the breaking of the rain
In the desert in the dry, it s a knock-em-down storm
long day s mile and the
I ve heard the bullroarers, in the desert in the dry Bullroarer, i ve heard the bullroarers
I ve heard the bullroarers, had reached a hundred and ten again, in the desert in the dry
radio crackles and the bones bleached white
See the tin roof shake, in the desert in the dry Bullroarer, shifting sands and broken plans
Shifting sands and broken plans, see the tin roof shake, shifting sands and broken plans
Don t go looking for a fight, the temperature in the shade Midnight, sun sits so high
radio crackles and the bones bleached white
had reached a hundred and ten again
Long day s mile and the, don t go looking for a fight, it s a knock-em-down storm
had reached a hundred and ten again
don t take the law into your own hands
in the desert in the dry
radio crackles and the bones bleached white
See the tin roof shake, i ve heard the bullroarers, the temperature in the shade
Shifting sands and broken plans, i ve seen the wild horses, it s a knock-em-down storm
on the overland telegraph line
Don t take the law into your own hands, the temperature in the shade, in the desert in the dry