Guantanamo Lyrics - Year Of The Crow - State Radio

Heard 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 locked up in Castroland 

Redefining abuse in shades of gray 

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 or trial date 

You're accused of whatever you confess to 

If you don't confess you won't see the light of day 

There must be another way 

There must be another 

The weather vanes are charging down the hill 

In some quixotic calvary 

And the war machine is shaking in its sleep 

And the homesick ghost of Geronimo 

A 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 the 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