This tiny little island mentality
A history of violence and colonial greed
It's all that we were taught,
It became the way we thought
Of the world
And its residents
Like we own them
And they owe us
All of this triumphant shit
Turned out to be a lie, on which we gorged and now we're sick
The only fair reaction
Is to purge ourselves and sleep
But the dreams
With which we are plagued
They rise to the surface
Why won't they leave us?
All this terrible brinkmanship
We pushed and pushed and pushed until they flipped
Turned our backs
As best we could
To the world
And its residents
To our friends
And Our obligations
If we played it wrong
Well then f*ck you too
If the sea is cold
And our skin turns blue
If the waters rise
And the chips are down
If the end is nigh
Well then let's all drown
If we played it wrong
Well then f*ck you too
If the sea is cold
And our skin turns blue
If the waters rise
And the chips are down
If the end is nigh
Well goodbye