Untitled Song for Latin America - Minutemen

The western hemisphere and all inside

We know who’s murdering the innocent

They are children playing with guns

They are children playing with countries

Mining harbors, creating contras

The games they play, the lives they take

They bank their money in this country

They steal from the innocent

A colonial trait that’s much too old

The banks, the lives, the profits, the lies

The banks, the profits, the lives and the lies

I would call it genocide

Any other word would be a lie