Autobiography Of A Nation

write these words back down inside we have burned their villages

and all the people in them died and we adopt their customs

and everythign 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 their images and dance

and replaced them with borders and flags

everything they say we stole

at the top of this timeline you'll rmember

this is the lipstick in 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're marching yeah

the tv tells us everytihgn we need to know

and this scene is painted in all the fashions of the moment

and history is all the same

everything you say you stole

every dream you dreamt you bought