Unvetted
Five million shadows creepin’
where the night winds blow
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Unvetted
[instrumental intro]
(Verse 1)
Lord, the river run red down in ol’ Del Rio,
River run red, down in ol’ Del Rio,
Five million shadows creepin’ where the night winds blow.
They ain’t checked they names, ain’t looked ’em in the eye,
Never checked they names, never looked ’em in the eye,
Just waved ’em on through, kiss the border goodbye.
(Chorus)
Biden’s unvetted, comin’ in the dark,
Yeah, Biden’s unvetted, slippin’ past the mark,
Got the devil in the cargo, Lord, tearin’ at my heart.
(Verse 2)
Gotaways laughin’ soft, two million never caught,
Laughin’ soft, two million never caught,
Carryin’ hate in they pocket that can’t be sold or bought.
Watch-list man from Kabul wearin’ a brand-new smile,
Watch-list man from Kabul, brand-new smile,
Prayin’ five times a day for American funeral piles.
(Chorus)
Biden’s unvetted, walkin’ Main Street free,
Biden’s unvetted, walkin’ right past me,
Death ridin’ shotgun, quiet as can be.
(Verse 3)
Tren de Aragua rollin’, MS-13 too,
Tren de Aragua rollin’, MS-13 crew,
Fentanyl in the veins of the red, white, and blue.
Little town used to sleep with the screen door wide,
Used to sleep, screen door wide,
Now mama checks the locks and still can’t sleep at night.
[instrumental interlude]
(Bridge – spoken low over a single bent note)
Politician say “compassion,” I say “reckless game,”
By the time the rooster crows, might not recall my name.
(Verse 4)
Ten years comin’, Lord, what we gonna reap?
Ten years comin’, what we gonna reap?
Cities full of strangers and graves runnin’ deep.
I got the Biden’s unvetted blues, down in my soul,
Biden’s unvetted blues, cut me to the bone,
Ain’t no wall high enough when the gate’s already gone.
(Final Chorus – slow and ragged)
Biden’s unvetted… Lord, what have we done?
Biden’s unvetted… what have we done?
Left the back door swingin’ for the devil’s only son.
(Outro – whisper over dying guitar)
Play it soft now, brother… play it slow…
The wind through the wire sound like a worried moan.
[instrumental outro]
This is original work is produced by AK Darvinson with a combination of observation, critical thinking, insight, heart, compassion, passion, creativity, and technology. All rights are reserved. Free sharing is encouraged. Commercial use via license only.
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