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  • Please have a seat. I'm sorry I'm late
    I know how long you've had to wait
    I did not forget your documents
    No time to waste, why not begin?
    Here's how it works, I've got these faces
    You give them names and I won't deport you
    Make sure you face my tape recorder
    Make no mistake, this fountain pen
    Could put you on a plane by ten
    And by the way, your next of kin
    I know which house she's hiding in
    So now that you know whose skin you're saving
    In this photograph, who's this one waving?
    I think you know, so speak up, amigo
    It says here that by trade you were a fisherman
    Well I'll bet you Indians can really reel them in
    And if you get the chance
    You should try to get up to Lake Michigan
    Well maybe, but then again....
    Where were we then? Is he your friend?
    Well I recommend that you look again
    Where does he stay? What is his name?
    There is no shame. He'd do the same
    So what do you say? I don't have all day
    It's up to you. Which will it be
    Good citizen or poor campesino?
    My dad used to rent us this place in Ontario
    He showed us how to cast the line and tie the flies
    He used to say that God rewards us for letting the small ones go
    Well maybe, but I don't know
    Anyway, it's easy to bite. You just take the bait
    You can't snap the line
    Don't fight the hook
    Hurts less if you don't try to dive
    Senor, as you know I was a fisherman
    And how full the nets came in
    We hauled them up by hand
    But when we fled, I left them just out past the coral reefs
    They're waiting there for me
    Running deep
  • Please have a seat. I'm sorry I'm late
    I know how long you've had to wait
    I did not forget your documents
    No time to waste, why not begin?
    Here's how it works, I've got these faces
    You give them names and I won't deport you
    Make sure you face my tape recorder
    Make no mistake, this fountain pen
    Could put you on a plane by ten
    And by the way, your next of kin
    I know which house she's hiding in
    So now that you know whose skin you're saving
    In this photograph, who's this one waving?
    I think you know, so speak up, amigo
    It says here that by trade you were a fisherman
    Well I'll bet you Indians can really reel them in
    And if you get the chance
    You should try to get up to Lake Michigan
    Well maybe, but then again....
    Where were we then? Is he your friend?
    Well I recommend that you look again
    Where does he stay? What is his name?
    There is no shame. He'd do the same
    So what do you say? I don't have all day
    It's up to you. Which will it be
    Good citizen or poor campesino?
    My dad used to rent us this place in Ontario
    He showed us how to cast the line and tie the flies
    He used to say that God rewards us for letting the small ones go
    Well maybe, but I don't know
    Anyway, it's easy to bite. You just take the bait
    You can't snap the line
    Don't fight the hook
    Hurts less if you don't try to dive
    Senor, as you know I was a fisherman
    And how full the nets came in
    We hauled them up by hand
    But when we fled, I left them just out past the coral reefs
    They're waiting there for me
    Running deep