Percussion Intro
Verse 1
White shirt, clean hands, private flight,
You signed our homes away last night.
Called it progress, called it growth,
Put a fucking price on both.
The river's sick, the fence is new,
The guards don't speak for me or you.
Your company owns the road to town.
Our names are buried underneath the ground.
Pre-Chorus
Who bought the judge?
Who paid the guard?
Who gets the profit?
Who bears the scars?
Chorus
You can't buy the ground beneath our feet!
You can't own the air we breathe!
We are the names you scratched away,
The ones who wouldn't leave.
No more backs against your wall!
No more lives beneath your gold!
Hear our footsteps coming home
Across the ground you stole!
Verse 2
A mother waits outside the gate,
Her missing son's a case marked late.
A camera breaks, a witness moves,
Somehow there's never any proof.
You bless the deal and drain the well,
Then tell the hungry not to yell.
Your flag looks clean above the street.
Come see the blood beneath your feet.
Pre-Chorus
Who writes the law?
Who takes the land?
Who counts the bodies?
Who washes their hands?
Chorus
You can't buy the ground beneath our feet!
You can't own the air we breathe!
We are the names you scratched away,
The ones who wouldn't leave.
No more backs against your wall!
No more lives beneath your gold!
Hear our footsteps coming home
Across the ground you stole!
Percussion Break
Bridge
Don't sell us hope before elections.
Don't bring us bread beneath a lens.
Don't call us family from a platform
Then send the trucks and guns again.
We want the records.
We want the names.
We want the river
Before the waste.
We want our children
To make it home.
You call that asking
For too much?
Breakdown
KEEP YOUR PROMISES!
OPEN THE FILES!
SHOW US THE MONEY!
DROP THE SMILE!
No more envelopes under the table.
No more graves without a name.
No more calling hunger patience.
No more asking us to wait.
Extended Guitar Solo
Final Chorus
You can't buy the ground beneath our feet!
You can't own the air we breathe!
We are the names you scratched away,
The ones who wouldn't leave.
No more backs against your wall!
No more lives beneath your gold!
Hear our footsteps coming home
Across the ground you stole!
Percussion Outro
Who takes the land?
Who pays the toll?
We remember.
The ground you stole.
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