THIRD WORLD RADIO – Words & Music by Mitch Hale

Been living on your streets, with nothing to eat
just a hustler, buskin’ busted beats
I "got lost" when I crossed your border
I’m one of "that horde" assured to arrive…
Though I am broke in this broken place
I've got a microphone shoved in my face
I pirated from a pirate radio station
You'd better listen to me, ‘cause I’m going live….

Hola! Hello! Is anybody home?
Can you hear me through the static all the way to Mexico?
(Hola-Hello)
Tune into Third World Radio!
Are my Mama and Poppa home?
You know, I’m calling out to their village
from this border barrio… (Hola-Hello)
I’m on Third World Radio, Mama!
Third World Radio! Third World Radio!
I made it, I'm on Third World Radio!

And with my Mayan, Papaya, Hispanic History
I've never lived in the lap of luxury
So what is the message I’m dying to say?
Hey! My life and yours are like night and day!
Yeah! And you know my sister – She cleans your furniture
But you won’t let her children learn at your
public schools in the U.S.A.
And you all think that’s A-OK?

Hola! Hello!! There’s no one home!
How can you SOBs hear me on your SUV’s Satellite Stereo
(Hola-Hello)
When I only own a Third World Radio?
In your world of iPads and iPhones…
I’m calling out through your barriers that bar me so!
On just a Third World Radio…

And as my cousin chops down his Amazon trees
Will it impact on your Purple Mountain Majesties?
Don’t avoid the vision of our huddled masses
in the visor of your Border Patrol as he passes…
Hunger pangs and anger pains
lead to illegal immigration and nations at war…
Will we ever see everyone living free, united,
from sea to shining shore? (sure!)

Through space and time, my words are now traveling
Expanding through the Universe, unraveling
From this third world, whirling ‘round a star
That harbors life that hinders love…
I’m radiating out about the state our Fate is in
And, like me, you’ll be only an "Alien"
When you stop into see the prejudice that we
all must join together to rise above…

Hola! Hello! Am I all alone?
Can you hear me past Mars
and all the stars in Leo and Scorpio?
(Hola-Hello)
It's Third World Radio
Can anyone come save our souls?
‘cause, I’m calling out like some message to the Heavens
Hola! Hello!
Don't go
signing off on Third World Radio…