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| | | Band / Artist : The Deal | Added : Saturday, October 21st2006 | | | | | Lyrics : | José can you see by the
helicopter search lights a system that's failed
and a journalist yawning
that flag in the compound
lets you know you're on holy ground
and the saints don't want no trespassers on the land where they found freedom
An addendum to the words carved in stone on an islet
Where a million saw they'd left their homes for streets paved with shit
Give me your poor your weak your huddled masses
Oh, yeah, but *offer expires at the whim of the factory-owning upper-class
So, sorry José, but my jeans are cheaper if you stay away
We'll build a mill in your town
You can work for 60 cents a day
Don't worry José, we own your puppet military
We're crushing opposition so lay low and enjoy the stability
Go, tell your wife and kids not to bug the English-speaking tourists
And not to treat our expatriates like we treat your refugees. | | | | Views : 3 | | View more lyrics for this band |
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