The market place was bustlying in the morning

When the army and the ORDEN made their strike

Like a farmer killing chickens for the market

They cut down every living thing in sight.

They tore into the wombs of the women

The sunlight gleaming on their bayonets

And the fishermen downstream, though they never heard the screams

Hauled in a harvest of human carnage in their nets.



CHORUS:

Take down my name

I ain't alone, I ain't ashamed

And I say U.S.A. out of El Salvador!

You can tell the Pentagon

We want no more Vietnams

We ain't marching into that jungle anymore.



She left her home in Ohio far behind her

She swore a sacred vow to help the poor

With three sisters she was raped and slowly tortured

Left in a shallow grave in El Salvador.

A doctor, he would grieve at all the suffering

He never asked his patient's party line

But he saved a rebel's life--the death squad came at night

Healing the sick his only crime.



CHORUS



Our taxes buy the bullets of the killers

Our helicopters darken southern skies

Our business wants new markets and cheap labor

Our papers rush to print C.I.A. lies

But take a message to the smiling politicians

Who like to talk so tough and act so brave

The rattling words of war, we've heard them all before

And we will answer them with peace and joy and rage.



CHORUS