The Clash "Washington bullets" lyrics

Washington bullets

Oh! Mama, Mama look there!Your children are playing in that street againDon't you know what happened down there?A youth of fourteen got shot down thereThe Kokane guns of Jamdown TownThe killing clowns, the blood money menAre shooting those Washington bullets again

As every cell in Chile will tellThe cries of the tortured menRemember Allende, and the days before,Before the army camePlease remember Victor Jara,In the Santiago Stadium,Es verdad - those Washington Bullets again

And in the Bay of Pigs in 1961,Havana fought the playboy in the Cuban sun,For Castro is a colour,Is a redder than red,Those Washington bullets want Castro deadFor Castro is the colour......That will earn you a spray of lead

For the very first time ever,When they had a revolution in Nicaragua,There was no interference from AmericaHuman rights in Amerika

Well the people fought the leader,And up he flew...With no Washington bullets what else could he do?

'N' if you can find a Afghan rebelThat the Moscow bullets missedAsk him what he thinks of voting Communist......Ask the Dalai Lama in the hills of Tibet,How many monks did the Chinese get?In a war-torn swamp stop any mercenary,'N' check the British bullets in his armouryQue?Sandinista!