Don't You Dare - Look Mexico

So this is how we fight:

Hands pressed against our chests, a step behind the line

I know, man, he’s not worth it

The swelling will go down

Our chins are stubbled and our ego’s worn

Leathered to a dark and shiny brown

(Image is everything) Can’t you tell that we’re people, too?

No no no ride it 'til you’ve had enough

I’ll wait for this no more

Can’t seem to cool down these feverish hands

I know, man, he’s not worth it

But for a change, I wouldn’t mind a piece