Sintax.The.Terrific - The Outskirters lyrics

[Sample] We can do it Yes, I think we can. Sometimes I can tell when things are true. Sometimes I can see it Right across the line Kidnapping ‘em blind Children of the Meso-American kind Barely a hair between the cop and the crime And so rarely are they not there blocking the find Los ninos sublime in car trunks and basements The pantomiming terror of a politics complacent “Mama it hurts the way that they hold me Tell me that today is the day that I go free Praying how you told me laying in this lonely Room of a dirt floor red clay adobe Banditos they show me fingers that they coldly Cut from the last child's hand, got a nose bleed!” Socialite Mexicano parents pay the ransom Without recourse because police will take no action 3 days later in a bathroom laid The body of their child decomposed before they paid These are my claws so this is my clover These are my teeth so this is my turf These are my guns so this is my border This is my wall so this is not yours This is my gate so this is my garden This my bomb so this is my oil This is my prison so this is my pardon This is my deed so this is my soil This is my skin so this is my status This is my pay scale so this is my neighborhood This is my kinfolk so this is my inheritance This is my power so these are my goods This is my party so this is my platform Not to persuade but to conform some mourn This is my court this is my unborn This is my body so this is my scorn This my church so this is my god And these are the ways you that you may relate to him These are my pews so this is my dress code This is my charity so this is where it goes This is my school board so this is my science Natural selection finds intelligent design This is my majority so this is my marriage This is my majority this is my majority This is my majority this is my majority Round up your pistols pitchforks and torches Townpeople mobbing to the border where the force lives Brick by brick and clanging of the hammer Framing in the star spangled english speaking banner Did I stammer? this is anglo-saxon grammar So hable espanol somewhere else manana Lose the bandana and your swarthy complexion Is pollutin' this hearty white skin tone collecting I'm a cornpone bred boy your disrespecting Backed into a corner my very way of life is threatened Cuz no matter what I do I can never see myself in you And frankly life's too hard to try to get a better view I said a few things that I really probably shouldn't have But you came here illegally and take things that you shouldn't have I got five kids scraping to live Taking my lot I got nothing to give, nada If we bare our teeth they will back down To crack down we will work to build up a wall Track down the aliens they're working in your back yard Pursuit of happiness and amnesty for all Modern-day Samaritans so who is your neighbor? Naturalized citizens and the ones with green papers It ain't an immigration song it's a human being song Question is do you have the guts to sing along The wall that keeps ‘em out is the box that keeps us in The wall that keeps ‘em out is the coffin that we're dying in