Four Hundred Years

what weve built
on the backs of every culture
in our path
its just started
welcome to
the United States
of the world
whos our god?
its the dollar
can you see the colors bleed to one?
you think wed get enough, but we never do
satisfy our thirst
what we call "free trade" is enslavement for the poor
no free rides
on this train
theyll all play by our rules
just to compete
your resources
your child labor
thanks for playing
its all ours
for the dollar
will we let them pull the wool over our eyes
like the last time?
will we let them tell us everything is fine
like the last time?
will we let them paint our lives in red, white, and blue?
[ The New Imperialism Lyrics ]