Текст песни Song For The Migrant Worker

We hide in your shadows, you don't know our names as we take you trays And we don't seem to matter with our straightened hair and our vacant stare We are clumsy, we are strange We are jealous, we are plain We're the shit that stains your daisy chain Oh but we'll be born again And we drift like a landslide, with our almond eyes, like a human tide But yes we love our families and our children too, just like you do We are clumsy, we are strange We are jealous, we are plain We're the shit that stains your daisy chain Oh but we'll be born again We are nothing, we are sand We're the dirt that's on your hands Strung together like a daisy chain Oh, we'll be born again We'll be born again