Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Little Snakes, artist - Protest The Hero. Album song Palimpsest, in the genre Прогрессив-металDate of issue: 18.06.2020
Record label: Protest the Hero
Song language: English
Little Snakes |
| Oh what a typical story |
| Contested site, the Americas |
| With treaties broken, the same sad token |
| Torn and repaired it with paraffin |
| Disembodied heads |
| Disembowel the earth |
| A monument of our arrogance |
| A monolith of our bloated bunk, self-worth |
| Disembodied heads |
| Disembowel the earth |
| We marred the land with our leaders |
| Eight eyes to watch «little snakes» |
| Regal expressions for Native repression |
| At rest frozen on their faces |
| We can make an exception |
| And they can make some concessions |
| Because there’s gold in the Black Hills |
| Armed to the teeth |
| We can make an example of every one of these savages |
| Because the rights they have we gave to them |
| And we can take them away without giving a damn |
| Ain’t that exactly how it is |
| And that’s exactly what they did |
| Oh, you don’t think it’s right |
| But that’s exactly what they did |
| What an impressive display |
| Of complete dissolution |
| Two fucking faces owned slaves |
| One supplied the largest Aboriginal execution |
| Once somebody said |
| I don’t believe «the only good Indians are dead… |
| But I believe nine out of ten are…"* |
| And so they took his head |
| And carved his eyes into the Native mountainside |
| We can make an exception |
| And they can make some concessions |
| Because there’s gold in the Black Hills |
| Armed to the teeth |
| We can make an example of every one of these savages |
| Because the rights they have we gave to them |
| And we can take them away without giving a damn |
| Oh yes, the rights they have we gave to them |
| And we can take em, take em, take em, take em away |
| Forgotten in the shadows cast by celebrated busts |
| Lies a site depicting history’s ignoble blood lust |
| There might be flowers in the windows, but only ashes in the streets |
| Impoverished and broken sings the songs of their defeat |
| But it’s your vacation, your holiday |
| It’s a reminder every story gets sculpted and decayed |
| It’s your vacation, your holiday |
| You may feel cheated by its modesty |
| Pack the car and drive away |
| It’s your vacation, your holiday |
| It’s your vacation, your holiday |
| It’s your vacation, your holiday |
| It’s your vacation, your holiday |
| About face |
| Enjoy the ride |
| There’s a different version of history carved in the mountain side |
| Your mind’s made up |
| Your hands are tied |
| But colonialism by all definitions is the father to a genocide |