• tune: Marine Corps Hymn

From the prisons of Guantanamo
To the back streets of Kabul.
They fight their “war on te-rror”
It continues long and cru-el..

• First we bomb their lands to smithereens,
  Saying it’s just quid pro quo,
  Then we kill the kids and wo-men
  And we watch Al Qaeda grow.

Oh we lock up men in prison cells
And we throw away the key.
Then we torture and we waterboard,
Saying “They are not like me.”

• From the halls of Congress in DC
  And from every state and town,
  We must stop these wars with all our might,
  And bring all troops home now!