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Guantanamo Bay

Barry Kerr
Langue: anglais




Prayer goes up in the morning,
Man who need their prayers
Right now.
Shackled to the ground in a far
Away land
Thousands of mile from home.

In orange overaalls
Chained to the walls,
Blindfolded beaten and sore.
Only free in their dreams,
You can still here their screams
While tortured in Guantanamo Bay.

Chorus:

Don’t speack to me of democracy,
Your lies are plain to be seen.
Spread around the world,
Your flag of lies unfurled,
While you torture in Guantanamo Bay.

Countless arrested without
Warning,
Flown away, out of sight.
Transportation, humiliation
Your notion of justice isn’t right.

Chorus.

C.I.A., F.B.I., M.I.6 AND M.I.5
Secret man, destroying lives,
With torture in Guantanamo Bay.



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