Who Writes This Stuff?

There’s a Mexican dead up on a power line
He’s deader than yesterday’s communion wine
He was trying to getting something he couldn’t afford for free
He was just a poor man stealing electricity
His heart when na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na

10,000 volts and now he’s gone
He’s hanging on a cross-tie above Babylon
Hey baby ain’t that just like you and me
Love is like stealing electricity
Two hearts go na na na na na na na
na na na na na na na

When the poverty of your spirit and the weakness of your flesh
Go dancing every night through other people’s trash
You don’t love yourself baby, what the hell you’re doing with me
You’re gonna burn baby burn stealing electricity
Two hearts go na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na

We all climb so high in search of the kindred soul
Till we grab hold to a live wire up on a highline pole
The laws of nature say you get nothing for free
Love is like stealing Electricity
Two hearts go na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na

--Stealing Electricity by Tom Russell

I heard this song yesterday, and I don't know if I should be offended on behalf of Mexicans everywhere, or if I should applaud such originality.