By jim carroll      We should have left at once   We should have never stayed   Now they have drawn the line   Now there is a barricade   Now there's a barricade   A barricade   Who makes promises?    Who makes promises through a thick lead door?    Through an intercom on the 23rd floor?    Who makes promises and then promises more?    Who makes promises for el salvador?       Bobby's getting called. billy's getting called   Juan's getting called, john's getting called . . .   They get a letter in the mail, they get a telephone call      It says, "come on, come on . . ."   It says, "come on . . ."      All the american boys   Asleep beneath american shade   Awake on foreign soil   They awake inside the barricades   Inside the barricades      The sun curves over the jungle   And trees grow from the dead nun's lungs   But when the ship is in the harbor   Then the cyanide pill's on their tongue   Inside the barricade, inside the barricade      Girls, no more going out dancing   And boys, there's no more getting laid   You're gonna parachute to the holy land   And you will drop into the barricades   Inside the barricades, inside the barricades      Who makes promises for the neutron bomb?    It will sign your lungs to death   And leave the corporate walls unharmed . . .   Who makes promises with such insidious charm?    But it would have made things cleaner   In old vietnam . . .      That's when kevin got called up   Ritchie got called . . .   And kevin never came back   Ritchie never came home      Their folks got a letter in the mail   They got a letter in the mail . . .      I ain't gonna die for standard oil   I.b.m. . . . I wouldn't die for them!   G.e.? not me!      "come on," they say, "come on"   They say "come on,"   And you say, "ahh" . . .   You just say "later!"