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
