All these years we've managed about nothin'
Still you cheer and say
You're proud of what your forefathers have achieved
And I don't get it

Just one hundred years ago
We were still participating
In genocide in countries far away
The ground you stand on

We've managed nothing, what the fuck is there to be so proud of?
This country has a history, that tells nothing but abuse and slavery

Smash the statues that remind us of everything they've done
That makes me feel ashamed to say I'm Dutch