Tekster: The Living End. Roll On.

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 ship yards are deserted on the docks on 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-fueled riot
'Coz 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 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
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