Now over there in Managua Square   With American made bombs falling everywhere   They kill women and children and animals too   These bombs are made by people like me and you   And we're told that we hold a big stick over them   But I know from what I've read that peace is in our hands      Now over there in Guatamala my friend   We're making mistakes there once again   Uncle Sam supports a fascist regime   That doesnt represent the people over there   We learn and believe there is justice for us all   And we lie to ourselves with a big stick up our ass      Now if we stand and yell it out   That war isn't what we're all about   Then someone will come and bring us back    To get the peace train back on it's tracks      This is what I'm singing about   The race war that America supports   Indians will never die   They'll do just fine if we let them try   Though we hold,we're never told that peace is in our hands   If we stop there is time to heal the scars we've caused   To heal the scars we've caused...