Immigrants
Grandma
Helen was a woman who knew no fear
She
loved her children and adored her beer
Anthony
was a man chiseled out of steel
They
were players in a game called This Ordeal
Immigrants
without a penny to their name
Got
holes in their shoes but no shame
Wage
slaves dancing in the shuffle
When
you’re poor you gotta hustle
Down
in Green Point Brooklyn Polish was the lingo
The
nights got real cold no one stayed single
True
love’s a dream but marriage was close enough
When
you’re working twelve hours shifts life becomes tough
Immigrants
without a penny to their name
Got
holes in their shoes but no shame
Wage
slaves dancing in the shuffle
When
you’re poor you gotta hustle
Too
busy surviving for anyone to live
There
are secret sins we cannot forgive
Dark
times of history I’m looking at shades
I
see Tony in the mirror but he quickly fades
Immigrants
without a penny to their name
Got
holes in their shoes but no shame
Wage
slaves dancing in the shuffle
When
you’re poor you gotta hustle
The
rules are only for the fools Rockefeller cries
We
got a World War to fight as all hope dies
Lessons
of the depression stomachs all empty
Someone
tell me is this how life was meant to be
We
always build on the things that came before us
But
I never heard the words of the chorus
I
cry in a manic high asking the world Why?
But
without a look the world passes on by
Immigrants
without a penny to their name
Got
holes in their shoes but no shame
Wage
slaves dancing in the shuffle
When
you’re poor you gotta hustle
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