The Parasite (for Buffy)
by Eugene McDanielson Headless Heroes of the Apocalypse[Chorus]
They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face
They said, “We’re your brothers, from a far away place”
The Indians greeted them with wide open arms
Too simple-minded and trusting to see through the charms
[Verse 1]
Ex-hoodlums and jailbirds with backgrounds of crime
They had a chance to breathe freely for the very first time
To drink cool, clear water from clean mountain streams
When taken for granted, it’s not what it seems
[Chorus]
They landed at Plymouth, with a little smile on their face
They said, “We’re your brothers, from a far away place"
I know the Indians greeted them with wide open arms
Too simple-minded, to see through the charms
[Verse 2]
Slowly but surely, in came the forked tongue
To trick those who trusted, humiliate the young
They said “Indians are different, they got to stay in their place
Not pure and holy, an inferior race”
[Chorus]
They landed at Plymouth, with a smile on their face
They said, “We’re your brothers, from a far away place"
I know the Indians greeted them with wide open arms
Too simple-minded and trusting to see through the charms
[Verse 3]
In came the religions, the liquor, and the guns
They claimed to be good guys, yeah, but they acted like Huns!
Creating chaos, spreading disease
As "agents of God," they did damn well what they please
[Chorus]
They landed at Plymouth, with a smile on their face
They said, “We’re your brothers from a far away place”
The Indians greeted them with wide open arms
Too simple-minded to see through the charms
[Verse 4]
Polluting the water; goddamn, defiling the air
Rewriting the standards of what’s good and fair
Promote "law and order," yeah, just let justice go to hell
If the law's hard to swallow, use the old wishing well
[Chorus]
They landed at Plymouth with a little smile on their face
They said, “We’re your brothers from a far away place”
The Indians greeted them with wide open arms
Too simple-minded to see through the charms
[Verse 5]
Now the sun's slowly setting, yes, and the Indians are few
They’ve been murdered and pillaged – my god, what they’ve been through
Stranded on deserts, where it’s barren and dry
With bad air and foul water, yeah, they exist 'til they die
[Chorus]
They landed at Plymouth with a smile on their face
They said, “We’re your brothers from a far away place”
The Indians greeted them with wide open arms
[Outro]
{*screams of terror*}