We're out here on the borders with our favourite few possessions Traded stories whispered round the fire As shadows in the searchlights, mugshots in the files Waiting in the camps behind the wire Kick the door until it opens, what you have you cannot hold
We are young, forever hungry, you are fat and growing old
Still every day you try to build a higher wall We pick the leaves of coca, we stack the crates of cola We wait upon the tables where you dine
And learn from you not to accept the little that we're given To take the piece of silver where we can Now clutching at these papers in another office line We're staring from the darkness up at windows filled with light
And every day you try to build a higher wall In my town we used to pray to idols sent from far away From out beyond the dusty days, we heard your voices call
And in your town the streets are cleaned The order stands, the sirens scream You talk of peace, vacation dreams Now in the queues at immigration, in the border zone
We are your bastard children, all coming home And every day you try to build a higher wall Every day you try to build a higher wall And you violence cannot stop us But your money cannot stop us
No you will never stop us with your higher wall.
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