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By the turn of the century of Columbus and his discovery,
No one lived who’d seen him arrive.
And one was left, just one out of five.
Yeah, one, one in five.
But no one lives, they only survive.
The hand on the helm couldn’t navigate,
And that’s nothing to celebrate.
Chorus:
So give me one for the mariner
Who lost the way to India
Give me two for the diamond eyes
Of the sun god on his last sunrise
Give me three for the wooden masts
That in the night it’s a shadow cast
From the Yukon to the River Plate
There’s nothing to celebrate
There’s nothing to celebrate
Yeah, one, one to five
Centuries that they can’t revive
But somehow resistance stays alive
You learn to breathe, learn to duck and dive
From the first to the closing bell
Who wants the gold, wants the soul as well
They came in peace but came to dominate
And that’s nothing we can celebrate
Chorus
Give me four for the bloody season
Give me five for five hundred reasons
Give me five for the hands of fate
That left us nothing to celebrate
Chorus
Chorus
[These are incomplete, unofficial lyrics and may differ slightly from the artist’s official version.]