Guantanamo

Heard you sold your friend
Got a good price at the local store
You know he could've turned you in
Could've been you on a concrete floor
Jefferson roll over
And tell O'Stall in the news
They got him locked up in Castro land
Redefine attitudes in shades of gray

Torture advocate
Got his dick up in a chicken hut
Life is what he'll get
The war president is a criminal
Still the years they roll 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 day

There must be another way
There must be another way

The rains are charging down the hill
And the sun quixote cavalry
And the war machine
Is shaking in its sleep
And the homesick ghost of Geronimo
I fear is taking all the absent
There must be another way

Since Geneva's nearly drowned
Since the tinsmith was gagged and bound
Since the rich boys got away
Two shovels and a skull are the widower brave

Another indefinite detention
Another tradition saved
All hail the lion of the crooked white chiefs
Whose father stole the bones from an Indian grave

There must be another way
There must be another way
There must be another

Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo
Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo
Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo
Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo