The Salt Of Earth These Boys
Supplied Fist Bumps And All
Forget Those Sub-Urban Kids
With Strong Southern Drawls
A Boombox For Their Voice
It Rest Upon Ones Shoulders
Mexicans Are Ones To Talk
Rolled Like A Heavy Boulders
Crushed So There's No Climbing
But It Is A Rung-Less Ladder
No Chance Of A Falling
Can't You Hear The Anger
Rustlings Over In Corona
In The Belly Of The Beast
New Cities House Them All
The Homeland Is Deceased
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