We came to take over your one room or maybe displace your parents from their
Bed as the special guests of honor you've been at the factory for hours 
Already don't worry we'll lock the door when we leave for the border what 
We know is from the world of soundchecks and gas money and maybe a few tales
From warmer climates where we were once paid well and I can't stand to think
Of all the bastards that are coming to sleep on your floor