I'm from a settlers' town
Tiny boxes in tidy rows
The common clay in a wartime home
Western propagation
Raised in a settlers' town
Most things handed to me
Taken from the land and the sea
And a wounded nation
And all that happened before my time
But sins get passed on down the line
It's time for me to know
The things I've gotta own
Dark secrets of a settlers' town
Down in the south end
A fence separating us from them
Careful when you cross over
Cos it's Blackfoot land
There goes the neighbourhood
Folks said they ain't no good
Dirty looks and cold shoulders
It was easier just to turn a blind eye
Than to stand up against what I knew wasn't right
It's time for me to know
The things I've gotta own
Hard living in a settlers' town
Girl in my class in seventh grade
Brown eyes and black hair in braids
The deck was stacked against her
We used to tear her apart
About the way she dressed
And the way she spoke
Did it ‘till her spirit broke
Prey of peer pressure
I used to tell myself I was too foolish and young
To understand the poison that came from my tongue
But it's time for me to know
The things I've gotta own
Yeah, it's time for me to know
The things I've gotta own
Yeah, it's time for me to know
The things I've gotta own