Wookiefoot
"Guantanamo"

Nobody knows how it goes in Guantanamo
Terror level orange fear fall like dominoes
Leap but not looking let's jump, geronimo
Nobody knows what goes in Guantanamo

Machiavelli, Machiavelli, then I found a quite compelling
Story that the Prince is telling now becoming foul smelling
Justified and over selling listen to your own gut feeling
Conscious screaming now it's yelling
Good's not dealt from dirty dealing

Machiavelli, Machiavelli, you can call us yellow belly
But from Bali to New Dehli people see what your revealing
See them rising from their kneeling
Waking up from their unfeeling
Machiavelli's been dispelled by
Trading vengence in for healing

Nobody knows how it goes in Guantanamo
Terror level orange fear fall like dominoes
Leap but not looking let's jump, geronimo
Nobody knows what goes in Guantanamo

Ration the lies so international spies
Can rise above the law
While we all close our eyes
Cold War, cold sores, hide behind the closed door
Commit the crime that we all know that we would bomb them for