Their fires are burning Our ships come ashore To discover what's already known And our greed will cost them more
We take what's not our own Once denied, blood flows And let the monster grow
Their homes we took as our own And fly our flag in their place The riches of the land we acquired Are rivers flowing with disgrace
White man, shameful woes Our independence won The monster took their soul
We wallow in desire Like pigs in a mire No rest for the wicked Like sons of Bitches Well I'm not too proud To talk down To what's done and said By the monster we bred
Taken what's not our own And deny blood had flown Still the monster grows.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
