Friend, stop for a moment
And watch from this corner
They've all moved up
But eyes are dull
They long for a treasure
We know how to really measure
We played the same
Exact same games
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
From our childhood, with every single bruise
Supposed to behave
Someone now might not see it that way
Maybe due to regrets
With no turning back
So they can only incite us
Frequent ritual
We let them incite us
And feel that they belong
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
From our childhood, with every single bruise
We'll be the symbol, that's our call
Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians
Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction
Fighting for ideals
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
Their past still living
Like in a painting
We remind them of the fantasies
From our childhood, with every single bruise
We'll be the symbol, that's our call
Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians
Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction
Fighting for ideals
Piqued Jacks - The Living Past Lyrics
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English
Friend, stop for a moment
And watch from this corner
They've all moved up
But eyes are dull
They long for a treasure
We know how to really measure
We played the same
Exact same games
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
From our childhood, with every single bruise
Supposed to behave
Someone now might not see it that way
Maybe due to regrets
With no turning back
So they can only incite us
Frequent ritual
We let them incite us
And feel that they belong
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
From our childhood, with every single bruise
We'll be the symbol, that's our call
Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians
Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction
Fighting for ideals
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
Their past still living
Like in a painting
We remind them of the fantasies
From our childhood, with every single bruise
We'll be the symbol, that's our call
Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians
Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction
Fighting for ideals
And watch from this corner
They've all moved up
But eyes are dull
They long for a treasure
We know how to really measure
We played the same
Exact same games
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
From our childhood, with every single bruise
Supposed to behave
Someone now might not see it that way
Maybe due to regrets
With no turning back
So they can only incite us
Frequent ritual
We let them incite us
And feel that they belong
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
From our childhood, with every single bruise
We'll be the symbol, that's our call
Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians
Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction
Fighting for ideals
We're the last remaining
Just refraining
Or left behind as we've always been
Their past still living
Like in a painting
We remind them of the fantasies
From our childhood, with every single bruise
We'll be the symbol, that's our call
Let's make our Mohawks and die as Indians
Gonna be beautiful, facing extinction
Fighting for ideals
Writer: Andrea Lazzeretti
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group