This is (about) what I hear, but I'm missing some parts:

      They only come through
      They curse us and thought us with guns
      And sometimes they take us away
      And that's the end of that
      They go where they like in our homes
      Their eyes miss nothing of value
      And may the virgin go with you
      If you are ……….

    For who speaks for me? I, who have no voice
    Who decides for me? For it seems I have no choice
    Do I live, do I die? Will my family survive?
    Will the ones who leap down from the trucks with their guns allow us our lifes?
    One question I'd ask if I dared
    Of the ones who we never see
    Guns and dollars are voices for you.
    But who speaks for me?

    Mmm, mmm, mmm…..

    We are never asked, we are simply shown who …..
    We give up our youth and our blood, to a …………
    While the gods in the long white houses
    W……. the dust in their long black cars
    They regard us with faces of stone
    And the grind us like corn
   
    But who speaks for me? I, who have no voice
    Who decides for me? For it seems I have no choice
    Do I live, do I die? Will my family survive?
    Will the ones who leap down from the trucks with their guns allow us our lifes?
    One question I'd ask if I dared
    Of the ones who we never see
    Guns and dollars are voices for you.
    But who speaks for me?

    Mmm, mmm, mmm…..

    We are going like cars
    We are held to be valuable things
    But gods in the long white houses, ask just as soon
    ……………………………………..
    We plug our guitars in silence, and we smile like fools

    But who speaks for me? I, who have no voice
    Who decides for me? For it seems I have no choice
    Do I live, do I die? Will my family survive?
    Will the ones who leap down from the trucks with their guns allow us our lifes?
    One question I'd ask if I dared
    Of the ones who we never see
    Guns and dollars are voices for you.
    But who speaks for me?

    One question I'd ask if I dared
    Of the ones who we never see
    Guns and dollars are voices for you.
    But who speaks for me?