Make way for the welcoming committee All smiles & handshakes for now They are screening refugees for authenticity The desparados keep their eyes on the ground Here comes the weight of suspicion Accusations growing like weeds Now the young men in their hand me down parkas Bartering these archaic dreams
oooooh kicking down your door oooooh kicking down your door
These unspeakable languages unraveled Hand signals boldly thrown from car windows Neighbours who only want the best for you Until the fault lines start to show
His pen pal is sending mixed messages now & an 8 x 10 half smile from school He says there are bullies practicing their left hooks Looking for sore thumbs sticking out of this cesspool
ooooooooh kicking down your door ooooooooh kicking down your door
Maybe Guthrie was wrong Cause there was a rising fog You thought you'd slip by But they shot you down like a dog Maybe Guthrie was right Though we stand where we stand There are invisible lines in the sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
