With American made bombs falling everywhere

They kill women and children and animals too

These bombs are made by people like me and you

And we're told that we hold a big stick over them

But I know from what I've read that peace is in our hands



Now over there in Guatamala my friend

We're making mistakes there once again

Uncle Sam supports a fascist regime

That doesnt represent the people over there

We learn and believe there is justice for us all

And we lie to ourselves with a big stick up our ass



Now if we stand and yell it out

That war isn't what we're all about

Then someone will come and bring us back 

To get the peace train back on it's tracks



This is what I'm singing about

The race war that America supports

Indians will never die

They'll do just fine if we let them try

Though we hold,we're never told that peace is in our hands

If we stop there is time to heal the scars we've caused

To heal the scars we've caused...