The market place was bustlying in the morning  When the army and the ORDEN made their strike  Like a farmer killing chickens for the market  They cut down every living thing in sight.  They tore into the wombs of the women  The sunlight gleaming on their bayonets  And the fishermen downstream, though they never heard the screams  Hauled in a harvest of human carnage in their nets.  CHORUS:  Take down my name  I ain't alone, I ain't ashamed  And I say U.S.A. out of El Salvador!  You can tell the Pentagon  We want no more Vietnams  We ain't marching into that jungle anymore.  She left her home in Ohio far behind her  She swore a sacred vow to help the poor  With three sisters she was raped and slowly tortured  Left in a shallow grave in El Salvador.  A doctor, he would grieve at all the suffering  He never asked his patient's party line  But he saved a rebel's life--the death squad came at night  Healing the sick his only crime.  CHORUS  Our taxes buy the bullets of the killers  Our helicopters darken southern skies  Our business wants new markets and cheap labor  Our papers rush to print C.I.A. lies  But take a message to the smiling politicians  Who like to talk so tough and act so brave  The rattling words of war, we've heard them all before  And we will answer them with peace and joy and rage.  CHORUS