Stolen Land
THEY LIVED THEIR LIVES
PEACEFULLY
NORMAL HUMANS JUST LIKE YOPU AND ME
WE CAME ALONG
WE SLOE THEIR LAND
WE TOLD THEM SHUT YOUR EYES AND HOLD MY HAND
WE SHOWED THEM THINGS THEY'D NEVER SEEN
MADE UP STORIES THAT WOULD
MAKE THEM DREAM
WE CHANGED THEIR LIVES
SAID WE WOULD SAVE
THEM FROM THEIR MISERY BUT
MADE THEM SLAVES
FOUR HUNDRED YEARS OF FIGHTING
GONE TO WASTE
GIVE THEM A LITTLE LAND
TO KEEP THEM AWAY
FOUR HUNDRED YEARS OF FIGHTING
GONE TO WASTE
DON'T WONDER WHY THEIR ANGER
KEEPS ON BUILDING UP TODAY
WE HYPNOTIZED THEM EASILY
WITH GUNS AND MONEY
AND HYPOCRISY
THEY TRIED TO FIGHT
IT WAS TOO LATE
THEY WERE CAUGHT
THEY TOOK THE BAIT
WHEN WE CAME THAT DAY
WE BROUGHT OUR WHOLE NEW WAYS
A NEW RELIGION
A WAY OF LIVING
WE PUSHED THEIR CULTURE AWAY
Tierra Robada
VIVIERON SUS VIDAS
EN PAZ
HUMANOS NORMALES COMO TÚ Y YO
LLEGAMOS
ROBAMOS SU TIERRA
LES DIJIMOS CIERRA LOS OJOS Y TOMA MI MANO
LES MOSTRAMOS COSAS QUE NUNCA HABÍAN VISTO
INVENTAMOS HISTORIAS QUE
LOS HICIERON SOÑAR
CAMBIAMOS SUS VIDAS
DIJIMOS QUE LOS SALVARÍAMOS
DE SU MISERIA PERO
LOS CONVERTIMOS EN ESCLAVOS
CUATROCIENTOS AÑOS DE LUCHA
TIRADOS A LA BASURA
LES DIMOS UN POCO DE TIERRA
PARA MANTENERLOS LEJOS
CUATROCIENTOS AÑOS DE LUCHA
TIRADOS A LA BASURA
NO TE PREGUNTES POR QUÉ SU IRA
SIGUE ACUMULÁNDOSE HOY
LOS HIPNOTIZAMOS FÁCILMENTE
CON ARMAS Y DINERO
Y HIPROCRESÍA
TRATARON DE LUCHAR
ERA DEMASIADO TARDE
FUERON ATRAPADOS
PICARON EL ANZUELO
CUANDO LLEGAMOS ESE DÍA
TRAJIMOS NUESTRAS PROPIAS FORMAS
UNA NUEVA RELIGIÓN
UNA FORMA DE VIDA
EMPURRAMOS SU CULTURA LEJOS
Escrita por: Chuck Comeau / Pierre Bouvier