Song For The Migrant Worker

We hide in your shadows

You don't know our names

As we take you trays

And we don't seem to matter

With our straightened hair

And our vacant stare

We are clumsy, we are strange

We are jealous, we are plain

We're the shit

That stains your daisy chain

Oh but we'll be born again

And we drift like a landslide

With our almond eyes

Like a human tide

But yes we love our families

And our children too

Just like you do

We are clumsy, we are strange

We are jealous, we are plain

We're the shit

That stains your daisy chain

Oh, but we'll be born again

We are nothing, we are sand

We're the dirt that's on your hands

Strung together like a daisy chain

Oh, we'll be born again

We'll be born again