Paloma walks home at night from the maquiladora
and 8 days later, no one has saw her
sometimes she worked late
don't that tell ya just whats at stake
we can't stop fighting
at home, my sister, she told me a story
and at the end, there was no Grace or glory
just the trial of a man
with no motive for for where he stands
all my life I've felt the eye of the catcall
we're striking back baby, and you can find me in the vanguard
you say you don't understand
i can see the blood, it's on your hands
and 8 days later, no one has saw her
sometimes she worked late
don't that tell ya just whats at stake
we can't stop fighting
at home, my sister, she told me a story
and at the end, there was no Grace or glory
just the trial of a man
with no motive for for where he stands
all my life I've felt the eye of the catcall
we're striking back baby, and you can find me in the vanguard
you say you don't understand
i can see the blood, it's on your hands
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