Mother of exiles, the torch of hope
In the toss of the tempest, threw us medicine's rope
But the brazen giant, within the stride
Blocks the golden door, to the Us of Lies
(Screaming)
Fuck your huddled masses
Scrub our floors, cut our grasses

I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
Every howl marks the dead
Cause a beaten dog
Never forgets

Broke our brown backs, chasing Mr White's dream
That Bill of Rights was just a pyramid scheme
We clawed to the middle, and pray for the end
Don't let our children's children grow up to be them

Fuck your pale senority
Go build your walls
We own the majority

I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
Every howl marks the dead
Cause a beaten dog
Never forgets

I am a wolf, a wild cur
Cut from the pack, with blood on my fur
Every howl marks the dead
Cause a beaten dog
Never forgets