Was I born to lose my culture to Babel?
You're selling snow to an Inuit son
I'm proud of you
You white washed the world
Why thank you, I'm happy to serve
Why we never take back
I'll never know
I wish I was able
To take your plate and serve you what
You've been feeding us
But, I hold back down and I give you my work
To the same old dirty, dirty looks
Have you read the news?
Ain't it funny how after
They break our will
They blame us for it all?
Why we never take back
I'll never know
I wish I was able
To take your plate and serve you what
You've been feeding us
But, I hold back down and I give you my work
To the same old dirty, dirty looks
To the same old dirty, dirty looks
Composição: Chris Cheveyo / Nils Petersen / Patrick Showe / Rabia Shaheen Qazi / Richard Rekow / Rose Windows