Oh! Mama Mama look there!
Your children are playing in that street again
Don't you know what happened down there?
A youth of fourteen got shot down there
The Kokaine guns of Jamdown Town
The killing clowns, the blood money men
Are shooting those Washington bullets again
As every cell in Chile will tell
The cries of the tortured men
Remember Allende and the days before
Before the army came
Please remember Victor Jara
In the Santiago Stadium
Es Verdas
Those Washington bullets again
The Bay of Pigs, in 1961
Havana for the playboys in the Cuban sun
For Castro is the colour
Is a redder than red
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the colour
That will earn you a spray of lead
For the very first time ever
When they had a revolution in Nicaragua
There was no interference from America
Human rights in Amerika!
Well the people fought the leader
And up he flew…
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
And if you can find an Afghan rebel
That the Moscow bullets missed
Ask 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
And check the British bullets in his armoury
Que?
Sandinista!
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