It's 5 am when we wake up,
Smog covers industrial waste land
We're digging into our earth
Where there is no uranium left
A kangaroo hops to laughter
We cannot speak and cannot find what is left behind.
The secret land is yours Joy and there no reasons to reply
You know we're where going to.
You know everything comes back to haunt you...
And we hide in the mountains
The mountains,Here We Go...oh