Friday, January 9, 2009

H.M.E.



Oh, tan man, how I adore thee.
Sometimes I have ot remember you are me.
I remember while we've workin' in the field,
I do this for fun, but you're in it for a meal.
I do feel like a fake.
Cuz I'm gonna end up with a house on a lake.
Zach says you're the "People of the Sun,"
And I know your misery ain't even done.

Hoo-M-Eye
Hoo-M-Eye
What do you buy?
Cuz I got the pie,
'N you get the lies
Hoo-M-Eye
Hoo-M-Eye

Oh, tan man, how I adore thee.
Sometimes I have to remember you are me
I try to call myself Latino
Knowing I'm only gonna see you at the Camino
School ain't something you'd even consider,
But ignorance ain't makin' you bitter.
Viejita, should I get up from my chair?
Or do you even really care?

Hoo-M-Eye?
Hoo-M-Eye?

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