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Guantanamo

Heard you sold your friend

Got a good price at the local store

You know he could've turned you in

Could have been you on the concrete floorJefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news

They got 'em locked up in Castroland

Redefining abuse in shades of grayTorture advocate

Got his dick up in a chicken hawk

Life is what he'll get

War president is a criminalStill the years they go by, no charge or trial date

You're accused of whatever you confess to

If you don't confess you won't see the light of dayThere must be another way

There must be anotherThe weather vanes are charging down the hill

In some quixotic calvary

And the war machine is shaking in its sleep

And the homesick ghost of Geronimo

A fear is taking all the absinthe there must be another waySince Geneva's nearly drowned

Since the tinsmith was gagged and bound

Since the rich boys got away

Two shovels and a skull of the widower braveAnother indefinite detention

Another tradition saved

All hail the line of the crooked white chiefs

Whose father stole the bones from an Indian graveThere must be another way

There must be another way

There must be anotherHey Geronimo

Hey Guantanamo

Hey Geronimo

Hey GuantanamoHey Geronimo

Hey Guantanamo

Hey Geronimo

Hey Guantanamo

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