MUSIC: John Reuben

“What about them?”

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Puff the magic Jesus floats around the universe.
The United States is his favorite place on the whole entire Earth
So sing your songs and wave your flag
And thank the Lord for all you have.
But what about them?
Did you forget about them?

Yeah, we came, we conquered, never speak of this again.
Life must go on.
Let’s not think of them.
Things are comfortable now.
Pioneers have settled in
A Perfect blend of progress and pale skin.
For our sake and those to come
We’ll rewrite the text so you can forget where you came from
Tell it in a way that will build your self-esteem
Repackage the product
And sell the American dream.

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History is best forgotten, even better rewritten
And since there’s no forgettin’
Let’s remember it different
Commit to it so strongly ‘til you believe it.
The truth is there, but you aren’t able to receive it.
You need to know you’re safe here.
Hide your face here, ‘cause you found your faith here.
But four walls with no windows doesn’t mean you’re it.
Four walls with no windows doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

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What a prosperous, wondrous place.
Remember to say grace before we scrape our plates
And ignore the crying outside the door
Sure you’ll pray for their burdens
But you don’t want to make it yours
There in lies the problem
There’s a world of difference.
Crawl back into your happy existence
Feel the bliss of ignorance keep you warm
Blessed are those who mourn
But it’s so foreign
The more you have, the less you care
The less you care, the more you become unaware
And sure life’s not fair
But it favors us apparently
And how are we to interpret this excess
Is it God’s favor, ill behavior, simply man’s modern progress?
God bless us as we sweep this mess under the rug.

Don’t wanna walk barefoot on the tile and step in the mud
Out of sight out of mind, pushed to the side
Left for someone else to rationalize and justify.

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