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