I know a man his name is Jesus.
An immigrant who wants to heal us.
I know a man his name is Jesus.
Dramatic plans. He wants to reel us.

Nice beard. Cool robe.
Handsome man with a cult.
Big dreams. High class.
With a gun in his hand.

And we are shaking our asses.
While we are wearing rose colored glasses.
Call the immigration.

God I want to stop this fucking bleeding
I wanna meeting with your son.
No more no less just for an evening.
Hear me out.

As we are just these simple creatures paying with our sweat and blood.
Shoveling snow on a daily basis.
Help us out.

And we are shaking our asses.
While we are wearing rose colored glasses.
Call the immigration.

Blood in your eye.
Blood in my eye.
Blood in your eyes.
My blood.