heard you sold your friend,ngot a good price at the local store,nyou know he cold've turned you in,ncould have been you on the concrete floor.nJefferson roll over and tell ol' stalin the news, nThey got 'em locked up in castrolandnredefining abuse in shades of grey.nntorture advocate.ngot his dick up in a chickenhawk,nlife is what he'll get, war president is a criminal.nnstill the years they go by,nno charge or trial date,nyou're accused of whatever you confess tonif you don't confess you won't see the light of day.nnthere must be another way.nthere must be another way.nnthe weathervanes are charging down the hill,nin some quixotic calvary nand the war machine is shaking in its sleepnand the homesick ghost of Geronimo, ni fear is taking all the absinthe,nthere must be another way.nsince Geneva's nearly drowned,nsince the tinsmith was gagged and bound,nsince the rich boys got away,ntwo shovels and a skull of the widower brave.nnanother indefinite detention, nanother tradition saved, nall hail the line of the crooked white chiefs,nwhose father stole the bones from an indian grave. nnthere must be another way.nther must be another way.nthere must be anothernnhey Geranimo nhey Guantanamonhey Geranimo nhey Guantanamonhey Geranimo nhey Guantanamonhey Geranimo nhey Guantanamonn