flipping through a torture memo
on my way to sleep
feeling deep
i understand, i care

candy-lip children stare
as i tell a story of a trip
how i drew the magnum from the hip
and killed a floating immigrant worker

he was drowning in the water
and i watched his children row
they never learned, but had to know
that man must fight to keep on living

the sun will do all its forgiving
before retiring the day
some people drink, some people pray
and some, like me, stand up and holler

the way they do my life
i take the man around the back
and stick in him a knife

don't give him the chance to attack
my daddy paid with blood for this god damn country
and i'll die before i give it back