everything i wanted to know about genocide i learned in the third grade lyrics – broadways

third graders holding hands
indians and pilgrims celebrating newfound lands
tried to teach me that at school
make the white race look superior, that’s always been their rule

now i can’t believe we celebrate thanksgiving
as a holiday of beauty and peace
if i had my way, we’d all dress in black
and daddy would serve up the white meat

’cause genocide is nothing to celebrate
extinction don’t deserve a parade
well, we perpetuate those lies with the turkeys that we buy
i tried to explain it to my mom but she’s too afraid

to admit to herself that her race is a killing machine
take a look around your town
take a look around your town
take a look around your town and who do you see?

the native american’s surprisingly absent
in his own indigenous land
if you want to know why, it’s because we killed them all
it’s not that hard to understand

so i go to college and you know what i learned?
that 80 million people were killed
by my grandpa, your grandpa, and all of their friends
they bleached out our continent but that’s not the end

the last full-blooded aborigine
died a century ago
and it’s possible there’s a place in the southern hemisphere
with a history even worse than our own

no one finds it peculiar that a tropic island
is full of people just like you and me
’cause australia’s a piece of sh*t floating in the pacific
buoyed by the blood of the aborigine

/ broadways lyrics