an immigrants Lament
Son of a... Son of a... Son of a Son
of an immigrant... who I never knew
nor ever was I told
and I don't think my Dad
ever knew or was told.
Who as it came on that boat?
Our ancestors who came from so far remote.
So why can't We all get over the fact
that We're all just the Son of a... Son of a
Son of an immigrant blote.
Here's to the Natives... immigrants as well.
How i wish We'd not seen them
as creatures from hell.
Yes We came... We saw and mostly They died.
Their fate a result of our immigrant pride.