AMERICAN GUNS
american guns, american guns,
bullets tear through soft human flesh;
blood and tears spurt up like oil,
from sudan to bangladesh
and if you ever wondered
where all your tax money has gone
it's killing people round the world
even as i sing this song.
american guns killed hampton
as he was sleeping in his bed
and el salvador's still drowning
in the screams of thousands dead
american guns in mexico
there to kill the poor
american guns in haiti
spilling blood out on the shore
this government trains torturers
and pays them for their time
the leaders talk of justice
and commit outrageous crimes
and when they killed victor jara
in the stadium in 74
americans were training them
to kill a thousand more
american guns american guns
that's how your money's spent
there's no bigger arms dealer in the world
than the u.s. government.
you sit there oh so peacefully
fancy cars and restaurants
and people are still dying
to get you what you want.
down in south america the rich want to live like you
playing tennis, sipping drinks, watching t.v. in their rooms
but there the poor folks know they're being taken for a ride
so the military kills them with all their rotten pride
the pigs say it's our freedom
that the terrorists all hate
but you should know it's only freedom
for capital and state.
they take the credit for all the things
they make the people build
with american guns stuck in their backs
they keep the masters' pockets filled
american guns, american guns
american banks and investment funds
maintaining their law and order
so no one can spoil their fun
american guns american guns
is that what freedom buys?
as long as they're good customers,
they let the tyrants slide
human bodies tortured
in american prison cells
with arrogant airs of authority
they try to hide the awful smell
rise up mighty people,
don't let them swindle you
come together, take a stand,
break their guns in two.