All The Little Hombres
Across the sea America shines
in hypocrisy
If you have sufficient cash
you can be free
From the barrios and slums of
the third world
They come to the oyster
searching for the pearl
All the little hombres in a circle
smoking hash
All the little hombres want
to get paid off in cash
There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and
don’t forget Jose
All the little hombres work
hard through the day
We scream the sacred dream that
we call get rich quick
The diet of capitalism will
make you sick
Blood and oil the dressings
on the salad of war
Come be the foot soldiers of
Babylon the Whore
All the little hombres in a
circle smoking hash
All the little hombres want
to get paid off in cash
There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and don’t forget Jose
All the little hombres work
hard through the day
She says I love you with
pornographic red lips
Slowly she struts swaying her
sultry wide hips
Come on baby I’m down on my knees
not to pray
But first to quench my thirst
there’s a price to pay
All the little hombres in a
circle smoking hash
All the little hombres want
to get paid off in cash
There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and don’t forget Jose
All the little hombres work
hard through the day
Fear of getting deported the
pay is low
Freezing night stomach tight
a hard blow
But there is both hatred and
love to give
All the little hombres just
want to live
Songs of revolution in their
native tongue
Many years ago they were
hungry naïve and young
Calloused hands crooked back
their pockets empty
All the little hombres live a
sad destiny
All the little hombres in a
circle smoking hash
All the little hombres want
to get paid off in cash
There's Juan, Stan, Miguel and don’t forget Jose
All the little hombres work
hard through the day
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