Righteous invasion
White man's empire
Take it over
March on up the Congo tapping rubber for an absent King
Must be done quicker
Fingers shredding, children snatched and still they keep us marching on
Can't go on
Soldiers feasting in luxury
Natives dying in the dirt
Hands smashed up with rifles against trees, just corpses marching on
Work them hard, all day long
They're not people, it's not wrong
Pass the blame to the top
Follow orders. Not your fault
Brutal torture without thought
Righteous empire
Take it over
White man's empire
Take it over