Third graders holding hands Indians and pilgrims celebrating newfound lands Tried to teach me that at school Make the white race look superior, that's always been their rule
Now I can't believe we celebrate Thanksgiving As a holiday of beauty and peace If I had my way, we'd all dress in black And daddy would serve up the white meat
'Cause genocide is nothing to celebrate Extinction don't deserve a parade Well, we perpetuate those lies with the turkeys that we buy I tried to explain it to my mom but she's too afraid
To admit to herself that her race is a killing machine Take a look around your town Take a look around your town Take a look around your town and who do you see?
The Native American's surprisingly absent In his own indigenous land If you want to know why, it's because we killed them all It's not that hard to understand
So I go to college and you know what I learned? That 80 million people were killed By my grandpa, your grandpa, and all of their friends They bleached out our continent but that's not the end
The last full-blooded Aborigine Died a century ago And it's possible there's a place in the Southern hemisphere With a history even worse than our own
No one finds it peculiar that a tropic island Is full of people just like you and me 'Cause Australia's a piece of shit floating in the Pacific Buoyed by the blood of the Aborigine