I grew tall in this lucky land And I thank God for that, but there's needles in the sand Ozone in the eucalypt and on the Steppes tonight There's pushing and a shoving on the throne tonight
But I won't be down at heel cos my senses lead me here Dream a South-Pacific dream of now or never land
Rises in rivers in power of the sun Rises in sea level, look out Mammon's bastard son Infidels are praying at the stock exchange Chrome camels are crashing on the smooth terrain
It's the rhythm of the sea It's the rhythm of the sea
But I won't be down at heel cos my senses lead me here Dream a South-Pacific dream of now or never land Suitcase full of good ideas, history that's filled with tears Kill nostalgia, xenophobic fears