No Sanctuary Here - Chris Jones

Caesar called for a census, boss wants to know what’s goin' on

So Joseph and Mary hit the road, with Mary nigh on nine months gone

Now you know we’re talkin' 'bout a hell of a walk and they had no place to stay

They tried the inns and the hotels, but the message was plain as day you get

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

Juan and his Juanita, and a baby boy they’d named Miguel

On the other side of the line it’s heaven, on this side it’s a livin' hell

So you do what it takes and you pull up stakes

Tryin' to escape the drought

But when you get to the border the INS has got the welcome wagon out you get

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

Now you got your haves and your have-nots, almost nothin' in between

Religions that preach about lovin' your brother, but they’re run by the foldin'

green

Now there’s a lot of folks looking over the edge of that plate we’ve piled so

high

When they all decide to come over the border, time to kiss it all goodbye

there’ll be

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

No refuge, no respite, no sanctuary here

No sanctuary here

No sanctuary here