I'm the dead eye on the back
roads and a cold hand on the wheel
We'll break into an empty farmhouse
And take whatever we can steal
With my flesh and blood beside me
It's all becoming real, too real
Full moon lights the cattle
And the roos out on the side
Eight years into battle
Big land in which to hide
We're jacked back to
the northeast
We're crossing over the state line
Camp out in the bushlands
Change the plates on a stolen car
Got a shotgun for in a bush, man
The wits will only get so far
I keep an eye out for
those blue lights
Through the shimmering of the top
Reported us outside
Glenburn
Someone said they saw us just near sail
The police man on the radio says
they lost us out on the trail
They keep a watch throughout
Victoria, they're looking out through
New
South
Wales
A full moon lights the cattle and
the roos out on the side
We're eight years into battle,
big land in which to hide
We'll jack back to the northeast
Crossin' over the state line
We are turning right to
Park
Road
Back out to
Pinevale, dig in a kit,