| She gave him life, yet he would rather she be dead
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| Out of her soil and her genitalia she bled
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| The tears of love and pain on down through millennia
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| The only love that he knows is necrophilia
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| He is a servant of god and capital
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| Conquer the land for the gold, tobacco, and the animals
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| He came on ships, brought his horses and disease
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| He took by force what was offered to him peacefully
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| He robbed and killed and slayed up and down the coast
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| Columbus, Captain Smith, Cortés, father, son, and the holy ghost
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| Through his ceaseless wars he molds identity
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| Raped the natives and their land, demoralized his enemy
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| Drain the human will and labor energy
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| Blast furnace coal mines, sweat shops and textile mills
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| Symbol of the wolf, staring down the barrel of a gun
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| Like Kuwaiti oil fields burning in the desert sun
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| Every class and race, every corner of the world
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| China, India, Africa, America, and Europe
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| She feels connected to our life, but he must stand alone
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| In the name of progress, the damage he has done
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| To purify her soul and her body in his eyes
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| Decapitate and irrigate the other, sterilize
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| Everything he fears or doesn’t want to learn
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| Like a Hindu widow or a witch, she must be burned
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| Science is the word, his sword the medicine
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| Modern gynecology and vivisection, he removed her sex organs
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| He bound her feet, chained up in the factory, a milk and birth machine
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| He erased her voice, her language, and her signs
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| He rewrote all the history books to cover up the crimes
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| Symbol of the Wolf, striking fear in the soul of men
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| Wiping out the predator so he can hunt the sacred game |