Letra de Untitled Song For Latin America

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 & the lies I would call it genocide Any other word would be a lie.