Stopping at the intersection adjacent to the parking lot, you stand
Waving that American flag
On the cardboard sign that calls for the removal of all that are like us on this sacred, sovereign land,
That you think we only have the right to live on.
And that you get angry when you think the flag can get stepped on.
But everybody's got the right to breathe
The air we have and feel that they are free.
The will to work, support your family.
The basic human rights that you don't see.
"GET OUT!"
Is what you scream
To the people looking for some work on the other side of the street
And it's not like the jobs that they want are what we deem desirable.
Digging ditches.
Cutting hedges.
Meding fences.
Never ending.
But is that the kind of work we want?
[?]
Something with a manager.
Leave that to the f****** slobs.
Love it, believe it.
But no one's going anywhere
We're too lazy, and you know that we don't care
Love it, we need it.
And if you risked your life to get here,
Than I think that you've got a right to stay here.
But everybody's got the right to breathe
The air we have and feel that they are free.
The will to work, support your family.
The basic human rights that you don't see.
(Remeber England?)
They said the same s*** 100 years ago.
("No Right to be here.")
That we don't have the right to be here.
("They will catch us.")
They will catch us, and send us back home.
(Tables are turning)
And now the tables, they are turning.
(Bodies burning)
And you dream of bodies burning.
Waving that American flag
On the cardboard sign that calls for the removal of all that are like us on this sacred, sovereign land,
That you think we only have the right to live on.
And that you get angry when you think the flag can get stepped on.
But everybody's got the right to breathe
The air we have and feel that they are free.
The will to work, support your family.
The basic human rights that you don't see.
"GET OUT!"
Is what you scream
To the people looking for some work on the other side of the street
And it's not like the jobs that they want are what we deem desirable.
Digging ditches.
Cutting hedges.
Meding fences.
Never ending.
But is that the kind of work we want?
[?]
Something with a manager.
Leave that to the f****** slobs.
Love it, believe it.
But no one's going anywhere
We're too lazy, and you know that we don't care
Love it, we need it.
And if you risked your life to get here,
Than I think that you've got a right to stay here.
But everybody's got the right to breathe
The air we have and feel that they are free.
The will to work, support your family.
The basic human rights that you don't see.
(Remeber England?)
They said the same s*** 100 years ago.
("No Right to be here.")
That we don't have the right to be here.
("They will catch us.")
They will catch us, and send us back home.
(Tables are turning)
And now the tables, they are turning.
(Bodies burning)
And you dream of bodies burning.