Their call goes up in the morning, Then their prayers rain down. Shackled to the ground, In a far away land, Thousands of miles from home.
CHORUS: Don't speak to me of democracy, Your lies are plain to be seen. Spread around the world, Your flag of lies unfurled, While you torture in Guantanamo Bay.
In orange overalls, Chained to the walls, Blindfolded, beaten and sore. Only free in their dreams, You can still hear their screams, While tortured in Guantanamo Bay. CHORUS
Countless arrested without warning, Flown away out of sight. Transportation, humiliation, Your notion of justice isn't right. CHORUS
CIA, FBI, MI6, and MI5. Secret men, destroying lives, With torture in Guantanamo Bay. CHORUS x 2