Am, Dm, F, E
F, Am, E

Just cause I was born there doesn't mean that it's my home
Stolen by a coup d'état of white men long ago
Throwing out the natives where the fuck they gonna live?
Waiting for the day when they can take back what they missed

A nation that claims freedom but we'll take your land with ease
Throw you on some homesteads where your poverty's disease
Can only be seen by the homeless camps along the beach
Sweep you under one big rug so tourists won't see

We took your way of life
And blasted it to hell
Cleared way for every businessman
To retire or sell
Land that isn't his
To folks that aren't yours
And we'll pretend not to notice
The blood on your shores

Just because we stole it doesn't mean it's ours to own
No treaty, no agreements, just a rape for us to sow
We certainly know how to get away with it
Make a fake paradise but no one can afford it

Put battleships and army barracks on your bays and fields
Bomb the fuck out of your islands so no one else can steal
We called dibs, we say it's fine, we've improved your life
If you don't like it, you can leave, or you can stay and die

Breakdown (Am, Dm, E x3, F, E) x2

We took your way of life
And blasted it to hell
Cleared way for every businessman
To retire or sell
Land that isn't his
To folks that aren't yours
And we'll pretend not to notice
The blood on your shores