Somewhere in El Salvador there's a grave for 700
pits full of guts and kids who were tortured and hunted
By death squad soldiers who won't ever be purged or punished
Piad for by a government that our tax dollars funded
El Mozote (x3)
But that was so long ago and our officials have retired
And once the stench is gone it's easy to forgive liars
And there's so many atrocities this nation's since acquired
And a My Lai dosen't mean much when the papers stay quiet