[lyrics]

This city is an island
Maybe even Gulliver's Island
The lost floating city of Laputa
European Americans served by African Americans
All for the sake of fast cheeseburgers
With ketchup, mustard, onions and pickles
Greasy piles of detached flesh
Sacrificed for our convenience
Well isn't that just too convenient 
Would you like fries with that
Sung to the tune of ten thousand spirituals
Nothing has really changed
Old sins have new names
What's the difference between
Harvesting meat and mos teutonicus
When fat and bone
Could feed the serfs
A new addition to the dollar menu
A real saint wouldn't mind feeding the children
Personal flesh


Louis IX (unedited/unmixed)

[lyrics]

Hatchets and scalps
Bronze monuments
Teach the children
That history condones violence
And what's the value
Of human hair
With bloody roots
Take what you can spare
Imagine no buildings
Constant hunger pains
No laws on the frontier
Nothing dry in this rain
Your own child's brain
Scattered across tree bark
Left to be picked out
Of for wolves to tear apart
Plot revenge
Defense and death
Then live with the consequences
Dreams of blood
Haunted by native faces
No one should condone
No one should dismiss
Nothing done here deserves awards
There's no baby home to kiss
Just leave me alone
And let me lament
Disappear through the years
There's no need for names in cement

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