Channel 3 - Put 'Em Up Lyrics

It's not the same, these voices have changed
Once was a discussion but it's now a spitting rage
Bring us your tired, bring us your poor
Just drop em off at the prison doors

A call to prayer, you hear a call to arms
A turn to Mecca as a civil alarm
Out in the fields they all fall to their knees
They sign the cross as they pull the weeds

Put em up in the stables boy
Freeze em out in the snow
We'll build a wall out of ignorance
And hatred heavy as stone

Checkpoint, check, put the curfews in place, re open up Manzanar
Let's concentrate on concentration, put 'em up in boxcars

So feed your fears and put up your walls
To block your view of injustice for all

Our melting pot is now a pressure cooker, and here we come to the boil
You offer your sweat, your food and your culture, but where the fuck is your oil?
The anger that you bury down in the dark, That fecund fertile place
It pushes up through the soil of your heart, a seed married to your fate

The crack in your heart let the light turn black, the hope all turn to gloom
What will load each empty chamber, which caliber of doom?
History is written at night
Put up your hands, give up your rights
History is written at night
When they come will you put up a fight?

Put em all away