Chris Iijima - Asian Song lyrics

Mr. Wu works in the laundry, and his wife sews in the shop And each and every wrinkle tells a tale A survivor of the hard times, and a fighter all his life But the twinkle in his eye has never failed He puts a kettle on the table and he leans against the wall He says excuse my English, but his words speak for us all Because these hands have washed the clothes These hands have served the food, heaven knows My neck has felt the mob’s rope and it’s been behind barbed wire My arms have laid down railroad track My back has been for hire And these hands have fought injustice And this soul is still on fire Mmm, but I’m still here And I’m going strong And I’m getting tire of proving I belong Now Mrs. Gomez works the night shift in the pediatric ward By day she cooks the meals for her own New in the big city, she has never given up And does her best to give her kids a home There’s Mrs. Kim, who sells the produce on the corner of the square The people pa** by quickly, but we all know she’s there And so the story goes on to another generation A page, another chapter being turned Tomorrow is the struggle we face in anticipation And yesterday our lessons we have learned Johnny, he’s a young boy who pumps gas to pay for school His cla** is being cut back one by one Now his father marched in Europe and John’s mother was in camp And each shows off the battle scars they’ve won Some nights you hear raised voices that come drifting through the wall But each knows deep inside them that what binds them binds us all Because our hands have washed the clothes You know our hands have served the food, heaven knows And our neck has felt the mob’s rope and it’s been behind barbed wire Our arms have laid down railroad track Our back has been for hire And these hands will fight injustice And our soul is still on fire Mmm, but we’re still here And we’re going strong And we’re getting tired of proving we belong (x 6)