No Room At the End

Although I called you my friend, there's no room at this end, there's no room at this end of the road.. Though your world's torn apart and it's broken your heart, your not welcome here my dear friend. They cried out day and night as we witnessed their plight, we got up and barred the door.. Because they were needy? Because they were poor? Because they're not christians? Because they're at war? Whatever you do, don't open that door. Don't open the door.. Our statue of liberty, "home of the free" as crumbled and drowned in complacency, get up and bar the door.. We've deafened our ears to their sorrows and fears, no longer hearing their pleas There's no room here for refugees, get up and bar the door...