| Now over there in Managua Square
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| With American made bombs falling everywhere
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| They kill women and children and animals too
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| These bombs are made by people like me and you
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| And we’re told that we hold a big stick over them
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| But I know from what I’ve read that peace is in our hands
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| Now over there in Guatamala my friend
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| We’re making mistakes there once again
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| Uncle Sam supports a fascist regime
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| That doesnt represent the people over there
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| And we learn and believe there is justice for us all
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| And we lie to ourselves with a big stick up our ass
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| Now if we stand and yell it out
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| That war isn’t what what we’re all about
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| Then someone will hear and bring us back
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| To get the peace train back on it’s tracks
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| This is what I’m singin' about
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| The race war that America supports
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| Indians will never die
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| They’ll do just fine if we let them try
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| And I hold, we’re never told that peace is in our hands
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| If we stop there is time to heal the scars we’ve caused
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| To heal the scars we’ve caused
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| To heal the scars we’ve caused |