Well I dreamed I lost my home last night
And my family had to flee
We walked with few belongings and the days turned into weeks
We made it to the border, but they didn't let us through
They just locked us up, and took my daughter, there was nothing I could do
And I could not understand why the guards hated us so
but when you’re not chopping that hate down, you're just helping that hate grow
They kept us separated
The weeks turned into months
Sometimes I thought I heard my daughter cry, sometimes I thought I heard a gun
Then one day I got sick, but there were not any beds
I shivered through a fever in a room that smelled like death
And all the time all I wondered why they did not let us go
but when you’re not chopping that shit down, you're just helping that shit grow Well apples look like apples so now here's a little quiz
When Trump quotes Mussolini what do you really think that is?
And the klan drives a pickup truck right through a peaceful crowd
Then maybe the problem's coming from the top and running down
And a child cries for her mother but these hearts and minds stay closed
When we're not chopping that hate down, we're just helping that hate grow When we're not chopping that hate down, we're just helping that hate grow
(ASCAP # 907390001)
Recorded in Mexico City at La Bestia Studios by Juan Victor Belisario Figuera
Music and lyrics by Benjamin Adair Murphy ASCAP (464341364) Watery Grave Music ASCAP (396517127)
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