MARCUS HUMMON
Jesus crosses the river
Steps out of the cold water
To find work, send home the money
He heads north towards tijuana
Gold cross, swinging, on his chest
Freedom, he says
Climbin' a barbed wire fence
Vampires, cop cars, eerie starless skies
Huddled masses under billboards
Mansions on the hillside
His flesh feels, dark for, the first time
His words sound, foreign, (like) a pack-o-lies
CHORUS:
Jesus in los angeles
Jesus in l.a.
Sweat shop, take the job, make a dollar send home a dime
Feds raid, what'd he say, no green card better stand in line
Handcuffs, draw blood on the wrist
Wetback, you'll think again after this
CHORUS:
Jesus in los angels
Jesus in l.a.
Jesus says we're all brothers,
Sister, uncles, cousins and mothers
Fortress or america, discover
You can't be both it's one or the other
At the border, kicked out of the bus
Jesus, you're not one of us
CHORUS:
Jesus in los angeles
Jesus in l.a.
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