Lucresia

lucresia lucresia look out for them bullets

their fingers on the trigger they're ready to pull it

they've got them new guns with ammo that shatters

to them you're another brown face it don't matter

lucresia lucresia the minutemen are pacing

armed civilians in fatigues their anger is racing

for them your death will be a justice for all

cause our laws are all good and the guilty must fall

mrs lazarus, where's queen liberty now?

under the ocotillo tree watchin blood run into the ground

lucresia lucresia got a man in the states

it'll be ten or more years til she sees his face

but loves got a pull on her conscience she's climbing

the barbed wire fence and her body is dying

lucresia lucresia i'm not standin so tall

your breathless fate was the fault of us all

most of us live by what's easier to hear

over the crying it's the blarin of american fear