They'll build statues in our likeness
They wanted to be like us
But did they ever like us anyway?
(We always) gave 'em the cold shoulder
Our shoulders just got colder
They deserve an elbow to the face
I'll build this monument just to tear it down
And dedicate it to this bitter town and this broken sound
And I'll send postcards to enemies
Make sure to sign and date each one while singing
Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies
Make sure to sign and date each one while singing
I'll build a throne Make from the bones
Of those who died searching for gold
Just to find it's found inside our hearts
"What a jip," you'll hear them say
Tossing, turning in their graves
All this time searching in vain for what?
Blowing kisses to the masses
In this ticker-tape parade
We're saints of this backseat
Swear to God, we've got it Make
And I'll send postcards to enemies
Make sure to sign and date each one while singing
Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies
Make sure to sign and date each one while singing
(Today) we're making history
(Tonight) tonight we'll take it to the streets
(Tomorrow) we'll live in infamy
Pull the knife from my back and hold it to their throats
(To their throats, to their throats)
And I'll send postcards to enemies
Make sure to sign and date each one while singing
Yeah, I'll send postcards to enemies
Make sure to sign and date each one while singing
They'll build statues in our likeness
They wanted to be like us
But did they ever like us anyway?