Recorded live at The Old Firehouse in Edom, TX. Engineered by Jeff Gottesman.

Lyrics

It's gotta be 105 degrees
And here comes another family
They are crossing this waterless sea
They are thirsty just like me
They are thirsty just like me

It's just past 3 a.m.
They are stumbling into our tent
They have been clawing their way into freedom
And we are breaking the law just to feed them
We are breaking the law just to feed them

You see we have drawn this imaginary line
Says this is your country and this is mine
And I guess I was just born into the lucky
This is what separates you from me
What separates you from me

I don't want to be peaceful in this struggle
Just another beatnik with a muzzle
I don't want to be peaceful in this struggle
Just another beatnik with a muzzle

We are tired and we are scared
Hiding from the searchlight's glare
We have huddled together on the ground
Don't make a sound, don't make a sound

Cause here comes the man from the border faction
And he is just looking for a piece of the action
I guess it's too much to hope for some compassion

So I say a little prayer
Santa Maria save us from despair
So I say a little prayer
Santa Maria save us from despair

There must be some kind of mistake
We are not terrorists, for Christ's sake
This is the Melendez family
We were just hoping to gain entry
We were just hoping to gain entry

I don't want to be peaceful in this struggle
Just another beatnik with a muzzle
I don't want to be peaceful in this struggle
Just another beatnik with a muzzle
Just another beatnik with a muzzle

So I say a little prayer
Santa Maria save us from despair
So I say a little prayer
Santa Maria save us from despair