Can this be America, the home of the free
When for the first time, I feel like a refugee?
Where we sought asylum, we were welcomed in
These days, it's perceived as a sin
Do you remember the fall of Saigon?
The city turned red by the Vietcong?
The choices they had were to flee or believe
That's when my family had no choice but to leave
This is the way of the Vietnamese
Where we became the new refugees
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
By persecuting people just trying to be free
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
We're stopping them from their pursuit of liberty
Since when do passports without the right stamps
Send people back to concentration camps?
No sight of future, no guarantees
Yet they still risked it all to save their families
What kind of world do we live in where this is okay?
Borders are baseless, it's one human race
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
By persecuting people just trying to be free
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
We're stopping them from their pursuit of liberty
All of the people still watching their backs
Hiding in fear, covering their tracks
Could this be the start of the Fourth Reich?
This isn't what freedom looks like
By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar
It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
By persecuting people just trying to be free
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
We're stopping them from their pursuit of liberty
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
By raising the fences, we're lowering the bar
(Whoa-oh-oh, whoa-oh-oh)
It seems like we're traveling back to Manzanar