No Shame

You heard we had it good and we do

It isn’t that you want the same for you

But the soft complexion of an Empire coo’d

As if we Christian values allude;

Who knew?

Come sit on our museum chairs

The ones on which your ancestors wept

Their beds we pilfered as they slept

But we sleep sound like a baby, yes

It’s like a chokehold

When the water’s black you still go

When the fire’s on your back

Oh God, I can’t even think about it

And in this sunlit isle of aisles of shit

Turn back, no heart, no use for it

Some pit to say we help our own

Which we don’t

So you come and we complain

And we want to send you back on a plane

No shame

No shame

No shame

So you come and we complain

And we want to send you back on a plane

So you come and we complain

And we want to send you back on a plane

No shame

No shame

No shame

I curse our name