Down, down, come on down
Follow me down to the cholera well
Senator come take my hand
Here feel the flames you have fanned
A blood-red symphony in sand
Remember that Jonestown smell
It could have been Afghanistan
The slow destruction of Sudan
Not to be found in published plans
A covert genocide
By night the US planes descend
Deals are struck with pay-roll friends
An arms bazaar that never ends
And the Russians land by morning
The militia-men are throwing dice
For a days handful of beans and rice
Wiring an old soviet device
Like a claymore mine
When everything is blown to hell
They'll sit down by the cholera well
And drink its poison from mortar shells
Fired-off that day
Can you feel the stomach cramps?
Two million in internment camps
We're complicit in our negligence
Of all of these holocausts
Follow me down to the cholera well
Senator come take my hand
Here feel the flames you have fanned
A blood-red symphony in sand
Remember that Jonestown smell
It could have been Afghanistan
The slow destruction of Sudan
Not to be found in published plans
A covert genocide
By night the US planes descend
Deals are struck with pay-roll friends
An arms bazaar that never ends
And the Russians land by morning
The militia-men are throwing dice
For a days handful of beans and rice
Wiring an old soviet device
Like a claymore mine
When everything is blown to hell
They'll sit down by the cholera well
And drink its poison from mortar shells
Fired-off that day
Can you feel the stomach cramps?
Two million in internment camps
We're complicit in our negligence
Of all of these holocausts
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