Crowded fifty to a room There's too many rats in this cage of the
world And the women know their place They sit home and write
letters And when they visit once a year Well they both just sit there and
stare See how we are Gotta keep bars in between us See how we are We
only sing about it once in every twenty years See how we are Oh see how we
are Now there are seven kinds of Coke 500 kinds of cigarettes This
freedom of choice in the USA drives everybody crazy But in Acapulco Well
they don't give a damn About kids selling Chiclets with no shoes on their
feet See how we are And the Mexico City tourist says to the Indian, "Get
the fuck out of the way See how we are We only sing about it once in
every twenty years See how we are Oh see how we are Now that highway's
coming through So you all gotta move This bottom rung ain't no fun at
all No fires and rockhouses and grape-flavored rat poison They are the
new trinity For this so-called community See how we are Gotta keep
bars on all of our windows See how we are We only sing about it once in
every twenty years See how we are Oh see how we are Well this morning
the alarm rang at noon And I'm trying to write this letter to you About
how much I care and why I just can't be there To draw your both and comb
your hair Last night in a nightspot Where things aren't so hot My
friend said, "I met a boy and I'm in love" I said, "Oh really... What's this
one's name?" She said, "His first name is Homeboy" I said "Could his last
name be Trouble?" See how we are Homeboy... Isn't that a South central
gangster name? See how we are We only sing about it once in every twenty
years See how we are Oh see how we are Yeah see how we are