Sunblock Crock

In the land of the cactus and the “illegal” Mexican
Lives the latest conquistador, the “legal” Ameritan
Residing in Phoenix, in Tucson, Tempe and Scottsdale
Leathered-skinned transplants trying not to look pale

They lie out in the sun to darken their skin
Baking a golden brown to hide the whiteness within
Drinking Margaritas and eating tacos, they bellow out orders
“Bring another round, then get back across the border!”

And when the real brutal labor comes crashing down
They drive out in big pickups and scour the town
The howl of the coyote and the fear of exploitation
Creates for the desperate an inescapable situation

In the early morning dawn on corners, in alleys
They’re picked up to work in towns and the valleys
Paid pennies on the dollar for the work they get done
Pimped in America, in the land of the sun

Meanwhile, back at the pool, the Ameritan applies lotion
To the plight of the Mexican he hasn’t the foggiest notion
“They’ll just have to learn this is the land of the gringo
Then quit their belly aching and learn the English Lingo”

In the land of the free and the home of the brave
Pallid-skinned usurpers take advantage of their slaves
They came from far away where the weak sun left them wan
Then conquered the Southwest - the forever grasping…Ameritan