Somewhere in El Salvador there's a grave for 700

pits full of guts and kids who were tortured and hunted

By death squad soldiers who won't ever be purged or punished

Piad for by a government that our tax dollars funded



El Mozote (x3)



But that was so long ago and our officials have retired

And once the stench is gone it's easy to forgive liars

And there's so many atrocities this nation's since acquired

And a My Lai dosen't mean much when the papers stay quiet