State Radio - Guantanamo Lyrics

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Hear you sold your friend

Got a good price at the local store.

You know he could've turned you in

Could have been you on the concrete floor.

Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news

They got 'em looked up in the castroland

Redefining abuse in shades of grey.

Torture advocate.

Got his dick up in a chicken hawk.

Life is what he'll get

War president is a criminal.

Still the years they go by

No charge of trial date.

You're accused of whatever you confess to

Until then you won't see the light of day.

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There must be another way.

There must be another way.

The weathervanes are charging down the hill

In some quixotic Calvary

And the war machine is shaking in its sleep

And the homesick ghost of the Geronimo

I fear is taking all the absinthe

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 of the widower brave.

Another indefinite detention

Another tradition saved

All hail the line of 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.

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