(One two three four)
(Roll on, roll on)
(Roll on, roll on)
(Roll on, roll on)
(Roll on, roll on)
(We'll roll on with our heads held high)
Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky
(We'll roll on with our heads held high)
Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky
The shipyards are deserted on the docks of Melbourne town
The wharfies standing strong
They gathered round to see what the union had to say
There's too much work and not enough pay say
(We'll roll on with our heads held high)
Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky
(We'll roll on with our heads held high)
Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky
We'll protest in peace, keep the whole thing quiet
The last thing needed is a wage-fuelled riot
'Cause they don't really care
They're always standing there
Running from the outside, from the outside
Running from the outside world
Do you really care?
Why are you standing there
Filming for the outside world?
Do you really care?
Why are you standing there
Filming for the outside world?
Five weeks had passed when the union made it clear
Spirits slowly faded and the end was getting near
"You see you're all expendable" and when all is said and done
"You'll go back to work tomorrow, meet your new replacement, son!"
(Roll on, roll on)
(Roll on)
(We'll roll on with our heads held high)
Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky
(We'll roll on with our heads held high)
Our conscience in the gutter, our dreams up in the sky
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
Roll on, roll on
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