They're in a cage, with glaring light
The other kids in view
This kind of treatment just isn't right
Asserts the UN crew
These kids are tortured at the hands
Of agents led by pols
That get their rocks off when kids scream
That's the ICE team
But wait, there's more

These kids were ripped from their parents hands
Parents were shipped to their native lands
Never seen again

And if these children were hopin'
To open a door
And then go out, freely lopin'
To parental encore
It's horror they find at the hands
Of agents led by pols
That get their rocks off when kids scream
An ICE wet dream
A rotten corps

These kids were ripped from their parents hands
Parents were shipped to their native lands
This is torture
But we have been there
The torture
Dick Chainy prepared