Out here on the western line, where the carriages bump and sway And the aerials tag the skyline and the ragged children play I lined up every morning, we were living from pay to pay Eyes on fire There are some things, mister, that I just don’t understand How the job I’ve had for 20 years has just moved to Japan And I’m standing in a dole queue while my country’s changing hands Eyes on fire Eyes on fire – and in the firelight Non-one’s taking anything more from here, without a fight Eyes on fire My shoes are made in Poland, I’ve got a pair from Singapore These gloves come in from Shanghai, we don’t make them anymore And there’s all these Kiwi shearers here I’ve never seen before Eyes on fire My radio comes from Taiwan, my car’s made in Korea My son was making car parts, but they closed the plant last year; And it’s not coming back, the company made that very clear Eyes on fire Eyes on fire – and in the firelight Non-one’s taking anything more from here, without a fight Eyes on fire So hold on, darling, it’s a real rough ride We’ll make it out of here, to the other side And while the sun still shines and the birds still sing, They can’t take away important things from us, Like faith and hope and dignity And eyes on fire You can hear the changes coming like the rumbling of a storm And under southern skies I see the breaking of the dawn We didn’t start the fighting, but we won’t run from the war – Eyes on fire Eyes on fire – and in the firelight Enough’s enough – no more ground Nothing more – without a fight Eyes on fire