Can't Stop Fighting

Paloma walks home at night from the maquiladora
And 8 days later, no one has saw her
Sometimes she worked late
Don't that tell you just what's at stake

We can't stop fighting

At home, my sister, she told me a story
And at the end, there was no Grace or glory
Just the trial of a man
With no motive for where he stands

All my life I've felt the eye of the catcall
We're striking back baby
And you can find me in the vanguard
You say you don't understand
I can see the blood, it's on your hands