third graders holding hands indians
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and pilgrims celebrating new found lands
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they tried to teach me that at school
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make the white race look superior it's always been their rule
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now i can't believe we celebrate thanksgiving as a holiday of unity and peace
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if i had my way, we'd all dress in black
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and daddy would serve up the white meat
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cuz genocide is nothing to celebrate, extinction doesn't deserve a parade
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and we perpetuate these lies witht he turkeys that we buy
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i tried explaining to my mom but she's too afraid to admit to herself
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that her race is a killing machine
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take a look around your town and who do you see?
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the native american is surprisingly absent in his own indigenous land
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do you want to know why? it's cuz we killed them all
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it's not that hard to understand, yeah
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so i go to college and you know what i learned?
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that 80 million people were killed by my grandpa,
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your grandpa and all of their friends
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they bleached out our continent but that's not the end
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the last full blooded aborigine died a century ago
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if it's possible there's a place in the southern hemisphere
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with a history even worse than our home
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no one finds it peculiar
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that a tropical island is full of people just like you and me
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but astralia's a piece of shit floating in the pacific
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buoyed by the blood of the aborigine.
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buoyed by the blood of the aborigine.
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Everything I Ever Wanted To Know About Genocide
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