[Recitative]
This land belongs to us
and when the raids begin
they’ll climb aboard a bus
so fast their heads will spin.
There’s nothing to be done
they’re on their way out now
and there’s no place to run
if you refuse to bow.
[pregnant pause]
[Aria: melismatic passages]
[Verse 1]
We shall live in golden splendor,
Dressed in white robes finer than silk.
Blessed in him, then we shall conquer,
All the democrats and their ilk.
[Chorus]
They shall build his wall, big and beautiful!
It shall keep out those we’ve cursed.
Chase out the liberals
who ask for empathy.
Deport those who won’t say
Gulf of America!
[Verse 2]
Gathered at his golden table,
We shall laugh with him at the foe.
He’s our King, and all will bow to him,
Just like Cyrus of long ago.
[Chorus]
They shall build his wall, big and beautiful!
It shall keep out those we’ve cursed.
Arrest the bums that quit;
condemn them when they’re fired!
Impose a poor tax now
and shoo off the homeless!
[Verse 3]
He’s the one the only chosen,
To deliver win after win.
Those who do not swear their loyalty,
Shall be pointed out for their sin.
[Chorus]
They shall build his wall, big and beautiful,
It shall keep out those we’ve cursed.
Round up the folks we hate;
shut down all their dissent.
Expel them and their young;
remove them from our sight!
[Verse 4]
Hold onto the shiny promises,
That our leader pledged to uphold.
We shall rise and take what belongs to us,
For his word is good as gold.
[Chorus]
They shall build his wall, big and beautiful,
It shall keep out those we’ve cursed.
Break up their loud protests,
and clear them from our parks,
Imprison those who speak!
Who needs a trial for them?
[Scat singing on a melisma]
[Verse 5]
Rise, all rise for he has entered,
GOD now bows down at his throne.
He’s the golden hope for all of us,
Place your trust in his word alone.
[Chorus]
They shall build his wall, big and beautiful,
It shall keep out those we’ve cursed.
We’ll test them with our pledge
to dig down deep and dredge!
Expel those who won’t bow;
Remove them all right now!
[pregnant pause]
[Outro: spoken]
Our wall shall never fail
to keep out those who scale.
When Mexico pays all,
we’ll stand up proud and tall.
Lyrics, Bill Graham
