Is the enemy close enough? We don't care, we won't stop Look around you Murder is what you can find But the real bombs Are the ideas you hold behind This is far away from being in paradise It's closer to being in hell March to Managua, onward to war And drive the Yankees away Treason, Politics and Death Weapons are for liberty Treason, Politics and Death Sovereignity we'll defend And when you're closer Victory is not so real Winner or loser The beaten path is hard to peer Blood is on the walls Beliefs on the floor Stopping greed is so hard Sovereignity of the people Is not up for discussion It's defended up in arms Tell me if you can feel the sorrow Of a thousand deaths on you I know why you're digging that hollow grave Your treason will be paid with the truth C'mon! That's what I gave That's what I've made Now it's in your hands So don't fail