A thousand went to take the island

Chances strong(?) as broken twigs

And a thousand stayed there at the island

Met their fate fate at the bay of pigs



They were told when they arrived

They'd be helped by castro's men

But they found out, those who survived

That the cia was wrong again



Why were they wearing my country clothes?

Why were they spending my country's gold?

Who were the friends and who were the foes?

The headlines were lying, why wasn't i told?



(repeat first verse)


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