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