(The Clash)
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Oh! Mama, Mama look there!
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Your children are playing in that street again
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Don't you know what happened down there?
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A youth of fourteen got shot down there
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The Kokane guns of Jamdown Town
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The killing clowns, the blood money men
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Are shooting those Washington bullets again
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As every cell in Chile will tell
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The cries of the tortured men
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Remember Allende, and the days before,
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Before the army came
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Please remember Victor Jara,
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In the Santiago Stadium,
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Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again
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And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,
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Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,
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For Castro is a colour,
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Is a redder than red,
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Those Washington bullets want Castro dead
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For Castro is the colour......That will earn you a spray of lead
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For the very first time ever,
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When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,
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There was no interference from America
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Human rights in America
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Well the people fought the leader,
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And up he flew...
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With no Washington bullets what else could he do?
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'N' if you can find a Afghan rebel
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That the Moscow bullets missed
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Ask him what he thinks of voting Communist......Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,
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How many monks did the Chinese get?
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In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,
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'N' check the British bullets in his armoury
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Que?
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Sandinista!
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Washington Bullets
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The Clash |