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10-14-2006, 07:29 AM | #1 (permalink) |
They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
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We Came Here To Colonise
HEAR IT AT
WWW.MYSPACE.COM/PIZZALOVESEVERYBODY We sail, 100 men of desperate mind We hope from sea to land we'll be delivered My prayers, once peaceful in my head This last week have been coming as a fever This is not for glory This is not for fame We came from the depths of poverty Hoping life would change This is not for ego Nor for vanity A proud man would not place himself At the mercy of the sea So many miles So many miles To this cage-like boat Unreconciled I'm feeling sick And barely sane We came this far With just one aim We came here To colonise We see this land Through hungry eyes We will take What we can take Now our ethics and god Are far away So far away Finally we meet ground I touch the rocky soil and say This land belongs to me, I will accept no other owner To keep it, I will do whatever it takes For I have never owned My own patch of earth And now I've earnt the privelige And I know it was worth Every second of the journey Every storm we had to meet I left my home with nothing Now I've a fortune at my feet So many miles So many miles And now we're free Of rank and file Such freedom We have never known In mapless lands We make our homes We came here To colonise We see this land Through hungry eyes We will take What we can take Now our ethics and god Are far away So far away I staked my claim over land that was not mine And prayed this act of theft, would be forgiven over time I staked my claim over land that was not mine And prayed this act of theft, would be forgiven over time We quote the past with sense of shame Expansionist villains sully a nations name But all of histories evils have brought us to today Misdemanours of the past have put food upon your plate So many years So many years Now disease and hunger Are distant fears And our forebears Easily disowned We don't acknowledge What we owe To renounces their evils We would be hypocrites While we are cradled By the benefits When you grip that mobile In that righteous fist Remind yourself "It was exploitation paid for this"
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