Fear Of A Brown Planet - Death By Stereo

They're building up a wall

They try to shut you up

They try to shut you out

They work you like a slave

Then they throw you out and sweep you away

Control with guns and fear

Control is growing here

Control this border, how?

Strangle hold, this land's their land

No control

There is no way

No control

They are not slaves

Intimidate, propaganda your scheme

Eliminate, a vile routine

Initiate, the end of culture

Keep them out to ensure a white future

No control

There is no way

No control

Illigal y que?

They're building up a wall

No, no, no

They're building up a wall

No, no, no

The rich require an abundant supply of the poor

The ones in power always ask for more

Get pissed, question everything