Album: Hoka
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of poverty
for thee I weep
Land where my mother cried
land where my father died
sweet land of geonicide
pride of my heart
My country 'tis of thee
sweet land of industry
we'll break your back
Clean out your minerals
fill you with chemicals
we kill for what is profitable
oh concrete world
our climate suffering
all nature feels the sting
poisoned progress
all of these mouths to feed
all of this this land to seed
from sea to shining sea
gold underground
our people left to die
battlefield countryside
paved over graves
suburban privileges make
desolate village
broken treaties broken promises
conquer repeat
repeat repeat
all warriors represent
remind those who forget
the time is now
to walk in humbled pride
prepare and fortify
rests comforts of compromise
pray for guidance
pray for guidance
pray for guidance