What are you asking me for,
it's not my god damn history..
What do you hope to find here,
there's nothing left as you can see...

With the beatings held again...
We began to scream and run,
but the current pulled us down
and the smallest ones were drawn...
Now we sit and drink all day
and sing their songs of praise..

What are you asking me for,
it's not my god damn history..
What do you hope to find here,
there's nothing left as you can see...

We learned a lot about the art of contradiction
We learned a lot about the company we keep
We learned a lot about what keeps us all together.. I'm with you..
Until the end...

What are you asking me for,
it's not my god damn history..
What do you hope to find here,
I thought I made it crystal clear

There was something in the waves,
that arrived to take our place...
We were broken one by one
by the angels in the sun
Now we sit and drink all day
telling tales of yesterday...

What are you asking me for,
it's just my god damn history..
What are you asking me for,
it's just my god damn history..
With the beatings held again...


@debnardi