lucresia lucresia look out for them bulletsnntheir fingers on the trigger they're ready to pull itnnthey've got them new guns with ammo that shattersnnto them you're another brown face it don't matternnnnlucresia lucresia the minutemen are pacingnnarmed civilians in fatigues their anger is racingnnfor them your death will be a justice for allnncause our laws are all good and the guilty must fallnnnnmrs lazarus, where's queen liberty now?nnunder the ocotillo tree watchin blood run into the groundnnnnlucresia lucresia got a man in the statesnnit'll be ten or more years til she sees his facennbut loves got a pull on her conscience she's climbingnnthe barbed wire fence and her body is dyingnnnnlucresia lucresia i'm not standin so tallnnyour breathless fate was the fault of us allnnmost of us live by what's easier to hearnnover the crying it's the blarin of american fear