Mexicans

We carry all upon our backs, and leave the rest of it behind

And forge ahead for the life beyond the imaginary line

The choice is not a choice at all

The choice is not a choice at all

Now with the bit between our teeth, desire is boiling underneath

To sleep, perchance to steal a glance at this pan-American dream

All men created equal but perhaps that's not the likes of us

This talk of building up a wall makes no difference at all

The one to fear is in your mind, it stops you every time

From meeting in the middle, where 'you and me' is a little bit of 'us'

Let's not examine this too close, who really stands to lose the most

A gig economy of college degrees fighting over scraps

And who's the first to take the blame?

I don't wanna play that game

Stranger in a strange land

Waiting is

He don't grok at all

Stranger in a strange land

Waiting is

He don't grok at all

Stranger in a strange land

Waiting is

He don't grok at all

Stranger in a strange land

Waiting is

He don't grok at all