From the day they washed ashore The first brick in the foundation In the kingdom of thieves Befriend and destroy Built upon stolen land Painted with innocent blood Give thanks and betray them Shove them into dark corners Feed them the leftovers of dogs Dig up their graves and laugh Pick your teeth with their bones The fruit of the holy voyage is sour and cursed Forced by our heroes To walk a trail of tears Forced by our forefathers To watch their wives and children die In this great, honorable, holy American land In the kindom of thieves The great American landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
