He'll burn everything
Down the lifeboats
'Cause land's been sighted near
The rule's been spoken
But that don't apply here
We bring paper and plastic
And a face that'll talk from a box
Fire for your water
And the correct time to set your clocks
See our munitions
Watch us cream all of the crops
Such an imposition
Your salvation, here it stops
Somewhere on the sly
A way of life is left to die
With just enough hope left to form the sky
Somewhere on the wing
There's a boy too shy to sing
So he'll rub two sticks together and burn everything
He'll burn everything
And
Down the savage
Down his head in one fell swoop
Exchange his headdress
For a bright pink hula-hoop
Their talk is gibberish
Their God is everywhere
Except for in our bible
Where it says we're in the clear
Oh and
Somewhere on the sly
A way of life is left to die
With just enough hope left to form the sky
Somewhere on the wing
There's a boy who would be king
But he'll rub two sticks together and burn everything
Oh yeh
He'll rub two sticks together
And burn everything
Now I'm lost in concentration
From Auschwitz to Mai Lai
To unanswered questions
Only madmen don't ask why
From Palestine to Wounded Knee
The dead will have their day
But it don't make too much difference
To the ones who were sent away