Piles Of Little Arms

They've come to bring us gift
 They've come to make us whole
 They've come to give us God
 Their gift of Heaven
 They've come to make us civil
 Their gifts as ransom
 Their God comes with a cost
 We must give up all
 For prayers in a foreign tongue
 To a foreign throne
 Erase our traditions
 Erase our way of being
 Erase our elder's teachings
 Erase, replace these ways
 Generations of wisdom
 In exchange for ransom
 Your God comes with a cost
 A cost to us all
 Prayers in a foreign tongue to
 A God unknown
 From demons, you will never see
 Prayers that will save your soul
 Blessed are the children
 We have come to save them all
 We came to cure disease that
 Has never made you ill
 We came to make you clean
 To protect you from yourself
 They've come to bring us hope
 They've come to save our souls
 They've come to make us holy
 They've come to give us Heaven
 They've come to make us civil
 Just like them
 Their God comes with a cost
 And we must give up
 All of our traditions
 Erase our way of being
 Erase our elder's teachings
 Erase, replace these ways
 Generations of wisdom
 They have taken away
 Our culture has been erased
 Bring every child they blessed
 With the needle's mark
 Chop off every little arm
 Let the children bleed