This land is your land. This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
You create the refugee
Then you hate the refugee
No one's illegal on this stolen land
Check the skin against the paint
It looks to be too dark a shade
You can't lock everyone up to keep us safe
Shake the cages and storm the gates
The clock is ticking and they can't wait
Shake the cages and storm the gates
You might feel helpless, but they can't wait
Shake the cages and storm the gates
To join the front lines, what would it takе?
Can more violence conquеr yours?
Can our love open the doors?
I can't help you if you love to hate
You create the refugee
Then you hate the refugee
No one's illegal on this stolen land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me.
You create the refugee
Then you hate the refugee
No one's illegal on this stolen land
Check the skin against the paint
It looks to be too dark a shade
You can't lock everyone up to keep us safe
Shake the cages and storm the gates
The clock is ticking and they can't wait
Shake the cages and storm the gates
You might feel helpless, but they can't wait
Shake the cages and storm the gates
To join the front lines, what would it takе?
Can more violence conquеr yours?
Can our love open the doors?
I can't help you if you love to hate
You create the refugee
Then you hate the refugee
No one's illegal on this stolen land
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