Caesar called for a census The boss wanna know what's goin' on So Joseph and Mary hit the road With Mary nigh on nine months gone And you know we're talkin' 'bout a hell of a walk And they had no place to stay They tried the inns and the hotels But message was plain as day, you get
No refuge, no respite, and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite, and no sanctuary here
Juan and his Juanita And a baby boy they'd named Miguel On the other side of the line it's Heaven On this side it's a livin' Hell So you do what it takes, pick up stakes And try to escape the drought But when you get to the border The INS has got the welcome wagon out, you get
No refuge, no respite, and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite, and no sanctuary here
Now you got your haves and your have-nots And almost nothin' in between Religions that preach about lovin' your brother But they're run by the foldin' green Now there's a lot of folks looking over the edge Of that plate we've piled so high When they all decide to come over the border Time to kiss it all goodbye, there'll be
No refuge, no respite, and no sanctuary here No refuge, and no respite, and no sanctuary here
No refuge, no respite, and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite, and no sanctuary here
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