Clash - Washington Bullets Lyrics
Oh! mama, mama look there!Your children are playing in that street againDont you know what happened down there?A youth of fourteen got shot down thereThe kokane guns of jamdown townThe killing clowns, the blood money menAre shooting those washington bullets againAs every cell in chile will tellThe cries of the tortured menRemember allende, and the days before,Before the army camePlease remember victor jara,In the santiago stadium,Es verdad - those washington bullets againAnd in the bay of pigs in 1961,Havana fought the playboy in the cuban sun,For castro is a colour,Is a redder than red,Those washington bullets want castro deadFor castro is the colour......that will earn you a spray of leadFor the very first time ever,When they had a revolution in nicaragua,There was no interference from americaHuman rights in americaWell the people fought the leader,And up he flew...With no washington bullets what else could he do?n if you can find a afghan rebelThat the moscow bullets missedAsk him what he thinks of voting communist......ask the dalai lama in the hills of tibet,How many monks did the chinese get?In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,n check the british bullets in his armouryQue?Sandinista!
