Buried under
My father's home
There is a body
of whom we don't know

Just as a child I pulled you from the earth
And asked who where you for what did you deserve
And my teachers said nothing, nothing was in the books
And the government said nothing there's only glory in what we took
But someone shattered your tiny legs
And starved you thin and burnt your beds

But now that I'm older
I think I know
I was born a leach
Sucking to grow

I'm an owner of historic sin
Raking the profits of the evil of men
I'm an owner of historic sin
Raking the profits of the evil of men
I'm an owner of historic sin
Raking the profits of the evil of men

Buried under
My father's home
There is a body
And we all know