Took a window seat on the drive home
Saw the clouds outside, an ever-darkening sky
The bus it hit a bump, my shit feel down on the floor
I tried to pick it up, but I don’t care anymore
I know that I was supposed to be home ‘bout an hour ago,
I’m really sorry, Ma, just tryin’ to make us some dough
The guy on TV said that I should live in Mexico,
I’ve never really been there, never been there before
To them I’m just another immigrant
To them I’m just another son of a bitch
We don’t have a voice
We don’t get a choice
We don’t have a voice
Go back home
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong there
I live my life in a kind of haze
We don’t have a voice
We don’t get a choice
We don’t have a voice
Go back home
Specializing in bright, sunny "bedroom rock español," this Brooklyn singer-songwriter puts a unique spin on lo-fi music. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 18, 2024
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