Autobiography Of A Nation - Thursday

We have burned their villages and all the people in them died

We adopt their customs and everything they say we steal

All the dreams they had we kill

Still we all sleep sound tonight

Is this what you wanted to hear?

We erased all their images and dance

And replaced them with borders and flags

At the top of this timeline you’ll remember

This is the lipstick on the collar

And in my own life I’ve seen it in the mirror

sometimes at the cost of others hopes

So write these words back down inside

That’s where you need it the most

and without conviction of heart you will never feel it at all

Yeah, we all dance to the same beat when we we’re marching

Yeah, the TV tells us everythign we need to know

And this scene is painting in all the fashions of the moment

And history is all the same

Everything you say you stole

Every dream you dream you bought