Thursday, November 20, 2014

For all the Xenophobes, Bigots and Rednecks, You Know Who You Are, Word Up!




Immigrant Song
(as told by B. Obama)

Ah, ah,
We come from the land called Mexico
From the midnight sun where the tequilla flows.
The hammer of the roofers will drive our desire to work,
To fight the bigot bores, singing and crying: California, I am coming!

On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

Ah, ah,
We come from the land called Mexico,
From the midnight sun where the tequilla flows.
We work in your fields so green, working jobs where the pay is lean,
Of how we calmed the tides of the drug war. We are Not drug overlords.

On we sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.

So now you expect us to rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing ways.

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