G D Em x2 / G D Em C / D C
When they saw the beaches shining
In that dazzling summer sun
Did they really think that god had smiled
Once the slaughter had begun?
the land was mapped with stories
The air alive with songs
They couldn’t see and they couldn’t hear
Did they really think that they’d belong?
Chorus
There was a fire in their rib cage
There was no light behind their eyes
They just kept on repeating
All those old invader lies
They called it just the march of history
To which the weak must bow
That the smoking gun and the holy son
Would shed their light upon the savage brow
Then poison in the flour
And smallpox in the sheets
All the loaded hands that cleared the land
And burned the bodies so they were not seen
Chorus
There were the suits who came for the babies
And tried to make them act just like you
There were the hymns that screamed inside the dreams
Like a soul was getting torn in two
All the cops and all the prisons
All the keys that lock the chains
All the ones who turn from the facts they’ve heard
As another soul is locked away
Chorus
Theres the eyes that only see the shadows
That are cast by their own mind
The little coloured clues their masters choose
Are the only ones they ever find
Oh he drove along the creek bed
He drove right through the camp
He said he was too pissed to care
Whose skull it was he turned to jam x 2
Chorus x 2
You’re the cop
be by Brits/
That a loving god and a well meant rod
Could ease them to their final sod
Chorus
You think that truth is made in heaven
And that heaven is the truth you know
All you can see is the truth you need
To justify the the hate you sow
Well if we were made in heaven
And if there was peace on Earth
We could dance and play as children may
And no-one would need be hurt
You say the ghosts/ships on the horizon / shoes upon the beaches
Were just history marching on
Blind to all the cultured land
Deaf to all the ancient songs
As you stood in the dunes in your pantaloons
Chorus
Shoe prints on the empty sand
It’s just survival of the fittest
And the fittest have the bigger guns
And if we could see the light
To save the souls
Theres control dressed up as mercy
/ out all through the night
for the money and their parakeets?/polished seats/ soft shod feet/ in the better streets
youre the
you turned up at the court house
you saw the jury turn
a smile flitted cross your face
and you knew then you wouldn’t burn
Theres the one about the coloured mountain
and how the white folks sit on top
There’s the one about the white mans burden
there’s the one about ungratefulness
theres the one that says land can be taken
and then not in some way die
there’s the one that says to kill is power
and that somehow the killer thrives
theres the one that says the past’s best forgotten
bought and sold
But Theres something you’re not sayin
Theres Something you don’t seem to see
what if it was someone you knew
That you’d smashed into eternity
Some parasite deep in your mind
some madness like disgust
some echo from the ones you know
who
Some truth that you can’t face
Some fear that anything you do
Will not save you from disgrace
when you’re face-to-face
You
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