Never missed your water till your well ran dry Never missed your baby till she said goodbye Never trod the righteous path till it was gone Never missed your soul till you left it down In Guantanamo Guantanamo Guantanamo You can't come back from Guantanamo We climbed out of the mud and slime We thought about it and wondered why Later on we made a real round wheel Composed a song with a real good feel Buddha and Jesus laid it on the line But we took a wrong turn with a bigot mind Your god is dead better try mine I'm telling you for the last time Guantanamo no place to play Guantanamo you best keep away Guantanamo what would Jesus say Can't come home from Guantanamo