By Jim Carroll
We should have left at once
We should have never stayed
Now they have drawn the line
Now there is a barricade
Now there's a barricade
A barricade
Who makes promises?
Who makes promises through a thick lead door?
Through an intercom on the 23rd floor?
Who makes promises and then promises more?
Who makes promises for El Salvador?
Bobby's getting called. Billy's getting called
Juan's getting called, John's getting called . . .
They get a letter in the mail, they get a telephone call
It says, "Come on, Come on . . ."
It says, "Come on . . ."
All the American boys
Asleep beneath American shade
Awake on foreign soil
They awake inside the barricades
Inside the barricades