Upon arriving to the melting pot I get penciled in as a goodamn white Now that I am categorized Officer gets me naturalized Now that I'm living up in God knows where Sometime it gets hard without a friend But as I am lurking around Hoptza! I see another immigrant punk! There is a little punk rock mafia Everywhere you go She is good to me and I am good to her... Legalize me! Realize me! Despite the living up in USA I'm still holding up in all my ways I gotta friends, we gotta band We still make sound you can't stand Without banging on some big old pot Without getting out of bed But I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around Hoptza! I see another immigrant punk! There is a little punk rock mafia Everywhere you go She is good to me and I am good to her... Legalize me! Realize me! Party! Of course we immigrants wanna sing all night long Don't you know the singing salves the troubled soul? So I'm relaxed, I'm just lurking around I got a method and you don't You got a dictionary kicking around? Look up the immigrant, immigrant, immigrant punk!
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