GUANTANAMO

Bombs start falling
In the middle of the night
B52s far out of sight
Rusty guns can't bring 'em down
Not much shelter in this town
Now that Bush is coming round

They interrogate the fathers
And take away the sons
Shout out orders
And wave their guns
You'd better play ball with the yanks;
They've got bigger tanks
Than you, there ain't nothing you can do

This is the story of Guantanamo
Where No-one says
What you're supposed to know
Or what it is that you've done
Or why it is that you've come
To be here, amidst the heat and the fear

Your future's not bright
Your future's Orange
Where one wrong glance can arrange
A beating you will not forget
And yet, no charge is ever laid
No apology made

Extaordinary rendition
The latest phrase,
for taking you from your home
And throwing you in a cage.
Crossing Europe a day
While it looks the other way
And thinks of things to say

This is the story of Guantanamo
Where the law is ignored
And time passes slow
And you can forget about a trial
You're just a number on a file:
That's justice, US style.

Geneva convention
Yada yada yada
Treatys are a just paper,
bullets are harder
Lock em and throw away the key
They don't deserve to be free
Like you and me?

Better get your ID card
You've nothing to hide
Keep your doubts locked up inside
Be sure keep your nose clean
They have a space,
in a place no-one will hear you scream