Is the enemy close enough?
We don't care, we won't stop

Look around you
Murder is what you can find
But the real bombs
Are the ideas you hold behind

This is far away from being in paradise
It's closer to being in hell
March to Managua, onward to war
And drive the Yankees away

Treason, Politics and Death
Weapons are for liberty
Treason, Politics and Death
Sovereignity we'll defend

And when you're closer
Victory is not so real
Winner or loser
The beaten path is hard to peer

Blood is on the walls
Beliefs on the floor
Stopping greed is so hard
Sovereignity of the people
Is not up for discussion
It's defended up in arms

Tell me if you can feel the sorrow
Of a thousand deaths on you
I know why you're digging that hollow grave
Your treason will be paid with the truth

C'mon!
That's what I gave
That's what I've made
Now it's in your hands
So don't fail