Art Far Away White Man's Burden
Help us! They are screaming on the top of their lungs
Oh Captain, why are these burdens placed upon us?
Whip them!
Whip them for f..cks sake!
You know there is no other way to make them behave
I will f..cking make you believe!
Go mark them with your living
And go mark them with your dead
Tears are dried by fear, and hearts are weaken by despair
Break their f..cking backs and step on their pride
To put it plain; seek another's profit and work another's gain
Whip them! Whip them for f..cks sake!
You know there is no other way to make them behave
Whip them! Whip them for f..cks sake!
Reinforce the deception that; it is they who are depraved
Take up The White Mans Burden, for it weighs heavily on their shoulders
Take up The White Mans Burden, for they have come so far
Take up The White Mans Burden, it's been far too long
Take up The White Mans Burden, the end will justify the means
You're such a f..cking coward
Take that shotgun and put it in your mouth
You know in the end it all goes south
