This struggle may be a moral one
Or it may be
A physical one
But it must be a struggle
Because power concedes nothing
Without a demand
It never did
And it never will
Take it all back
We gotta take it all back
Because they stole it from everyone
And they're not fooling anyone
Anymore
40 acres
400 years
How can you repay
An ocean of tears?
Human candles
A million gold teeth
Where do we place
The laurel wreath?
Take it all back
We gotta take it all back
Because the bubble is bursting
And the future is burning
To the ground
Native lands
Culture and lives
Stolen and butchered
Yet something survives
In a world of untruth
And polarised debate
Only the ground gives way
As you love so shall you hate
Countless times
Countless times
Countless times
Countless times
Power concedes nothing
Without a demand
It never did
And it never will
Take it all back
If there is no struggle
There is no progress
Take it all back
We gotta take it all back
Because we are victims no longer
And the story is crumbling
Into dust