[Verse 1]
He packed some shirts, a hat
His adventurer's vocation, six pieces of advice, seven photos, a thousand memories
He stuffed every desire of staying
His capacity of transforming into the man of which he dreamt and never achieved
He said "goodbye" with a grimace disguised as a smile
And he begged to his crucified God on the shelf for his shelter
And he perforated the bordеr as best he could
[Chorus]
If the smooth moon can slidе to any coast without any permission
Why must the wetback prove with Visas
That he's not from Neptune?
[Verse 2]
The wetback has every want to dry himself
The wetback is drenched with nostalgia-stricken tears
The wetback, the undocumented
Bears the weight the legal wouldn't carry
Even if they were obligated
The paper nightmare has made him fugitive
And he's not from here because his name doesn't appear in the files
And he's not from back there since he left
[Chorus]
If the smooth moon can slide to any coast without any permission
Why must the wetback prove with Visas
That he's not from Neptune?
[Bridge]
Wetback
Your truth tastes like a lie
Your anxiety like sadness
Of seeing a freeway and dreaming of the lane headed to your house
Wetback
Drenched by all the crying, knowing that somewhere
A kiss waits for you, having been paused since the day you left
[Chorus]
If the smooth moon can slide to any coast without any permission
Why must the wetback prove with Visas
That he's not from Neptune?
[Outro]
If the universal Visa is issued
On the day we were born
And it expires upon our death
Why do they persecute you, wetback?
When the Council of Heaven
Has already given you permission?