Guantanamo

歌詞

They haven't departed. They haven't gone home. The trials haven't started. No evidence shown. They don't get no visits. They don't get no calls, And nobody tells them nothing at all. The headphones and the blindfolds, The days and the weeks. The overalls of orange, the manacled feet. A Kafka-esque nightmare. A legal black hole. A corner of Cuba Named Guantanamo. The warmongers tell us They gave up their rights When they attacked us And our way of life. Oh but our way of life Depends on the law. On liberty and freedom And justice for all. Well they talk about justice in the US of A. It's the land of the free and the home of the brave. Yeah, but outside of America anything goes. From Bagram to Abu Ghraib To Guantanamo. In 70's Ulster the government thought If they locked up the suspects The terror would stop. But all that internment actually did Was provide the Provos With more angry kids. Oh but sometimes I wonder if our leaders really care? They rely on these demons to keep people scared. And unwilling to question the fate of those poor souls who lie Rotting in the cages of Guantanamo Try them or let then go. You gotta try them or let them go.