No Sanctuary Here (feat. Chris Jones)

Caesar called for a census The boss wanna know what's going on So Joseph and Mary hit the road With Mary nigh on nine months gone And you know we're talking about a hell of a walk And they had no place to stay They tried the inns and the hotels The message was plain as day You get no refuge Going on no refuge No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here You get no refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here Juan had his Juanita And a baby boy they named Miguel On the other side of the line is heaven On this side is a living hell so you do what it takes To pick-up stakes and try to escape the drought But when you get to the border the I.N.S They've got the welcome wagon out You get no refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here Now you got your haves and your have nots And almost nothing in between Religion they preach about loving your brother But they run 'em out of Bowling 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 and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No refuge, no respite and no sanctuary here No sanctuary here No sanctuary here No sanctuary here No sanctuary here No sanctuary here No sanctuary here