The clothes are on the line
The cars are in the drive
The meal is on the table
The children play outside
The streets are calm for now
The town is smoking on
The country, it's a fortress
That's how this world goes round
And so our day-to-day
Is set in stone this way
We rise, we work, we tire
We've only so much strength
So dear mother, there's no other
One to ask forgiveness of you
Sorry for what you've endured
We know that our existence
Has hurt you, it has hurt you
Columbus will discover
What someone had before
A beauty like no other
A reason to wage war
And herein lies our problem
What's mine is mine, not yours
No matter what the consequence
We will always want more
So dear mother, there's no other
One to ask forgiveness of you
Sorry for what you've endured
We know that our existence
Has hurt you, it has hurt you
You must think we are funny
For you are so much older
You must be waiting patiently
To brush us off your shoulder
