Up in the Mountains
From Indochina to Guatemala
their tanks tracks trace two trails of blood/The screaming mothers, the
rotting brothers, the corpses stacked up in the mud/For dirt cheap labor,
for markets, for minerals, for Archers-Daniels Midland and for Texaco/They
fight the Third World War against the Third World, they leave a trail of
death in tow/It's ten years later in Guatemala, about a hundred thousand
dead but little else has changed/The crimes unpunished, the victims unavenged,
the long arm of the law only reaches one way/ The army we paid for, shot
a generation, the U.S. granted inhuman suffering and pain/But somewhere,
up in the mountains, young men with guns are beginning to train/You can
bomb them with your airplanes, you can shoot them with your guns/You can
terrorize the people till obedience is won/ You can crush them into serfdom
but you better watch your back/When they come down from the mountains they'll
be on the attack/Young men with guns are beginning to train/ Young women
with guns are beginning to train/Young children with guns are beginning
to train/Let the terror of their rising scratch at your brain.
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