What the Shed Looks At

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Heres to the State of Arizona - Robert Erickson



Here's to the state of Arizona,
Mexico's land stolen through conquest, war, and lies
If you walk her scorching deserts, nameless bodies you will find.
Whoa the border walls and ICE agents have hid a thousand crimes,
The calender is lyin' when it reads the present time.
Whoa here's to the land you've torn out the heart of,
Arizona find yourself another country to be part of!

Here's to the people of Arizona
Who say the folks up north, they just don't understand
And they tremble in their shadows of the racist minuteman
The sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Arizona find yourself another country to be part of

Here's to the cops of Arizona
Theyre stomping on your rights with racial profiling galore
They're asking you for papers as they knock upon your door
Just like the Nazi soldiers they wont just stop with 10 states more
Behind their broken badges there are racist pricks and more
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Arizona find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the laws of Arizona
A xenophobic scheme to take your civil rights away
While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
Lets track immigrants with microchips, I've even heard them say
Will we ever see reform or will the dems just run away?
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Arizona find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the government of Arizona
In the sands of their bureaucracy they're always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the sheriffs of the towns
They're hoping no one sues them, when their stopped for being brown
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Arizona find yourself another country to be part of

Rhythm and tempo are a bit off but with the lyrics I feel like a nag bitching about the tempo.

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