Dead Mexicans - By Carroll Bryant

Living on the edge

A little obtuse

Shaking it to break it

Breaking it loose

We are freedom hoarders racing to the border

Fighting for our lives in almost every way we can

We are dead Mexicans

Our eyes are blind to the laws of the land

We are dead Mexicans

Wipe the smile from our faces

We are – dead

Gringo is the thing we like to say

We call it or someone every single day

Senoritas waiting for us when we get home

Illegal aliens and feeling all alone

We are dead Mexicans

Our mouths are open and we’re running out of oxygen

We are dead Mexicans

Understand we stand alone

We are, for all intended purposes – dead

Living on the edge – we are

A little weaker for the wear – we are

Shaking these things that we are called

Breaking these chains

We are freedom hoarders racing to the border

Fighting for our lives in almost every way we can

They call us crazy but maybe we are anchor babies

Satisfaction guaranteed and then it’s America or bust

Oh, baby

We are dead Mexicans

Our eyes are blind to the laws of the land

We are dead Mexicans

Wipe the smile from our faces

We are dead Mexicans

Our mouths are open and we’re running out of oxygen

We are dead Mexicans

Understand we stand alone

We are, for all intended purposes – dead

We are

We are – dead

We are

We are dead Mexicans

We are

Deport us if you can find us

Kill us and we are already – dead