Mother of exiles, the torch of hope
In the toss of the tempest, threw us Madison’s rope
But the brazen giant, with limbs astride
Blocks the golden door, to the U.S. of Lies
Screaming
F*ck your huddled masses
Scrub our floors, cut our grasses
I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
And every howl marks a debt
Cause a beaten dog
Never forgets
Broke our brown backs, chasing Mr White’s dream
That Bill of Rights was just a pyramid scheme
We clawed to the middle, and pray for the end
“Don’t let our children’s children grow up to be them”
F*ck your pale seniority
Go build your walls
We own the majority
I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
Every howl marks a debt
Cause a beaten dog
Never forget