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 grey

Torture advocate
Got his d___ up in a chickenhawk
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 weathervanes are charging down the hill
In some quixotic cavalry
And the war machine is shaking in its sleep
And the homesick ghost of Geronimo
I 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 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 way
There must be another

Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo
Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo

Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo
Hey Geronimo
Hey Guantanamo

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