And now the dust has settled i'm still left with me

Still trying to think of what it is i'd like to be

Always looking for the easy exit out

Never stopping to wonder why

Colours faded by the raping of the land

Colours diluted by the raping of woman

We celebrate the life and history of man

How we suffer for all we've achieved

I've never met you philip morris but i know

You treat me like i was the son you never killed

I am your servant and yes you have raised me well

Will you put flowers on my grave

M.i.l.l.e.n.i.u.m.-i want to spend it with you

Trying to make some sense of this i can't work it out

(nobody lives here anymore)

A trophy for our new captain who'll blame someone else

(we should have spent the days on so much more)

They're building a monument a for a dead century