And the chained man sang in a sigh
"I feel like going home"
And the dokhtar fell holding the shell of her child
And said, "I feel like going on"
While the captors boast
On how they lower your costs
The rich men gamble at the foot of the cross
We're your careless mistakes
We're the spirits you raised
We are what remains, yeah
And one by one
They made the ants march down
Down into the killing fields
And I know more than one place
Where you might never come back
If you show how you really feel
But there's a brand-new show
For you to watch today
So all the Western eyes can look the other way
We're your careless mistakes
We're the spirits you raised
We are what remains, yeah, yeah
