The Divine Comedy - Guantanamo lyrics
[The Divine Comedy - Guantanamo lyrics]
They haven't departed they haven't gone home
The trials haven't started no evidence shown
They don't get no visit's
They don't get no calls
And nobody tells them nothing at all
The headphones and the blindfolds
The days and the weeks
The overalls of orange the manacled feet
A Kafka-esque nightmare a legal black hole
A corner of Cuba named Guantanamo
The warmongers tell us
They gave up their rights
When they attacked us and our way of life
Oh but our way of life depends on the law
On liberty and freedom and justice for all
Well they talk about justice in the US of A
It's the land of the free
And the home of the brave
Yea, but outside of America anything goes
From Bagram to Abu Ghraib to Guantanamo
In 70's Ulster the government thought
If they locked up the suspects
The terror would stop
But all that internment actually did
Was provide the Provos with more angry kids
Oh but sometimes I wonder if
Our leaders really care?
They rely on these demons
To keep people scared
And unwilling to question the fate of
Those poor souls who lie
Rotting in the cages of Guantanamo
Try them or let then go
You gotta try them or let them go
The trials haven't started no evidence shown
They don't get no visit's
They don't get no calls
And nobody tells them nothing at all
The headphones and the blindfolds
The days and the weeks
The overalls of orange the manacled feet
A Kafka-esque nightmare a legal black hole
A corner of Cuba named Guantanamo
The warmongers tell us
They gave up their rights
When they attacked us and our way of life
Oh but our way of life depends on the law
On liberty and freedom and justice for all
Well they talk about justice in the US of A
It's the land of the free
And the home of the brave
Yea, but outside of America anything goes
From Bagram to Abu Ghraib to Guantanamo
In 70's Ulster the government thought
If they locked up the suspects
The terror would stop
But all that internment actually did
Was provide the Provos with more angry kids
Oh but sometimes I wonder if
Our leaders really care?
They rely on these demons
To keep people scared
And unwilling to question the fate of
Those poor souls who lie
Rotting in the cages of Guantanamo
Try them or let then go
You gotta try them or let them go