[ The Clash ]

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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 Kokane 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 Víctor Jara, in the Santiago Stadium
Es verdad, those Washington bullets again

And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961
Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban Sun
For Castro is a color is a redder than red
Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
For Castro is the color
That will earn you a spray of lead

Sandinista!

For the very first time ever
When they had a Revolution in Nicaragua
There was no interference from America
Human Rights in America
The people fought the leader and up he flew
With no Washington bullets what else could he do?

Sandinista!

An’ if you can find a 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
An’ check the British bullets in his armory

Sandinista!

Qué?

Sandinista!

Sandinista!

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