paroles de chanson Mexicans - Motorcycle Display Team

We carry all upon our backs, and leave the rest of it behind
And forge ahead for the life beyond the imaginary line
The choice is not a choice at all
The choice is not a choice at all

Now with the bit between our teeth, desire is boiling underneath
To sleep, perchance to steal a glance at this pan-American dream
All men created equal but perhaps that's not the likes of us

This talk of building up a wall makes no difference at all
The one to fear is in your mind, it stops you every time
From meeting in the middle, where 'you and me' is a little bit of 'us'

Let's not examine this too close, who really stands to lose the most
A gig economy of college degrees fighting over scraps
And who's the first to take the blame?
I don't wanna play that game

Stranger in a strange land
Waiting is
He don't grok at all
Stranger in a strange land
Waiting is
He don't grok at all

Stranger in a strange land
Waiting is
He don't grok at all
Stranger in a strange land
Waiting is
He don't grok at all