Scraping my teeth along this hide
make bow, build hut, kill duende
we say you got no thumbs
that's because when they catch you
they cut 'em off, and we throw you back
in the forest to die
if we don't kill you first
you'll never be human like us
we won't let you be human like us
we're at war with the little people
bushmeat, short pig, you and all your kind
we spread as a giant wave of death
out of Africa to the whole damned world
your tools and ours, they look the same
we hunt the same game
but you'll remember our name because
you'll never be human like us
we won't let you be human like us
we're at war with the little people
Scraping my teeth along this hide
throw spear, make fire, kill duende
they say you got no thumbs
that's because when we catch you
we cut 'em off
cook you, eat you, make you an animal
until you're all wiped away
and we call it natural selection, we call it competition
from flores man
to the bushmen
you're all fall in our way
in the name of expansion and progress
from flores man
to the pygmy
you're all fall in our way
but live on in our folktales forever
and ever and ever
forever and ever
amen



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