My Country

Hello to the east
Hello to the west
Hello to my country I love you the best
But I know we ain't never gonna get along
Cause there's always something wrong

Well, we came across the ocean
With a evil type of potion
Had the good book in the hand
Telling everybody where to stand
And saying: "All y'all ain't nothing but heathens
You gonna work for me, I'm gonna give you a reason

And to Sitting Bull with a tear in his eye
I wish that all y'all motherfuckers would die

Well we pushed them out on the reservation
With no type of hesitation
Killing all kinds of Mother Nature
They'd reach out and we'd say I hate you
And then the Black Kettle and the Red Cloud
Took the tomahawk and they was screaming loud
With the Sitting Bull and the Crazy Horse
Punch a hole in that ass with a terrible force
But it would not be enough
Cause the white man money is just too tough



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Hirst, Peter Garrett, James Moginie, Martin Rotsey, Wayne Stevens
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