Song For The Migrant Worker
We hide in your shadows, you don't know our names as we
take you trays
And we don't seem to matter with our straightened hair
and our vacant stare
We are clumsy, we are strange
We are jealous, we are plain
We're the shit that stains your daisy chain
Oh but we'll be born again
And we drift like a landslide, with our almond eyes,
like a human tide
But yes we love our families and our children too,
just like you do
We are clumsy, we are strange
We are jealous, we are plain
We're the shit that stains your daisy chain
Oh but we'll be born again
We are nothing, we are sand
We're the dirt that's on your hands
Strung together like a daisy chain
Oh, we'll be born again
We'll be born again
