There was a tribe
They bought a gun
And set about stealing
From everyone
They filled their homes
With all of the bread
They sat and they waited
'Till others were dead
Their excrement floated
Into the sea
And the smoke from their fire
Was all you could see
They made sure that
Their children were fed
And lied to their offspring
About all the dead
As one of their children
I live in their home
Can I keep silent
Now I can roam?
And claim my life
And wealth as a birthright
Think only of self
It just doesn't feel right
That me and my lifestyle
Unless we are parted
Will finish the killing
That grandfather started
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