Paloma walks home at night from the maquiladora And 8 days later, no one has saw her Sometimes she worked late Don't that tell ya just whats at stake We can't stop fighting At home, my sister, she told me a story And at the end, there was no Grace or glory Just the trial of a man With no motive for for where he stands All my life I've felt the eye of the catcall We're striking back baby, and you can find me in the vanguard You say you don't understand I can see the blood, it's on your hands