We need to make money, to send home to our families
From our journeys, we've got debts to pay
So we work where we have to, we do what we need to
To make it, there is no other way
But we know just what you're doing, there is no mystery
No papers, no rules on how you treat us
In the place you make for immigrants like me.
Up there on your high horse, you call me illegal
But I have hurt no one
With all of your venom, you say I should not be here,
But then, how would all this work get done?
We do so much to make this country go,
but our work you do not see
You just want us hidden in the shadows
In the place you made for immigrants like me.
Copyright 2007, Finnegan Music.
