I come from a land So far away I've come to make a living Then get away Better prospects here That's what they say Better people here That's what they say Stepping off the boat With my suitcase in my hand Be damned by the eyes Of the immigration man The purpose of my visit Is questioned and doubted Suspicion falls They don't believe I was invited Feeling all alone There aint no place to call home I'm here in a land Far from my family Brought on the wave Of new opportunity Come and help the Motherland Is what they said Suitcase in my hand To a foreign land Stepping down the street Trying to find my own two feet Turned away by landlords Who refuse to let to me A boarder in a hostel I'm caged like an animal The odds were stacked against me For my own survival Suspicion in their eyes Full of mistrust Living with their lies And their stereotypes They're clearing the way For a deportation order They wanna put me on The first plane home tomorrow But in their haste They overlooked my visa Saddened faces See that I am Bona Fida There aint no place to call home