The Immigrants

So much trouble in the home of the brave and the land of the free Am I an immigrant or am I a new slave, made for all brutality? I don't think so Is it that man has lost his reason? You can't even blame the heat They're moving like jackals in the hunting season And the refugee's soul is the meat The immigrants are here to stay, to help build America The immigrants ain't going nowhere, they're here for America Fighting for a better life Fighting through the grunge America remember Ellis Island We all came here to take the plunge I hope you understand it Take me away now with your sweet soul calypso A cumbia and a reggae Like a punta rock and a salsa samba A high life bhangra merengue In other words This is a different kind of apple now, New York City Or like an orange, I love L.A. What a delight so bright and juicy But a little spicy to the taste USA The immigrants are here to stay, to help build America The immigrants ain't going nowhere, they're here for America Fighting for a better life Fighting through the grunge America remember Ellis Island We all came here to take the plunge I hope you understand it We all hold this truth to be self-evident That all men are created equal Bring your sick, bring your needy In the early evening, by the dawn's early light Remember the founding fathers Home of the brave, land of the free You and me From the New York island, from sea to shining sea!