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Words to describe Nicaragua of old
Cash crops and hunger and US control
Coffee and sugar on company land
Made to supply what the boss would demand
Then one July morning in seventy-nine
Nicaragua decided to leave it behind
(Chorus)
And the people are learning to take back their lives
As the country will change, Sandinista survives
Women are winning what they ve never known
The power to organize outside the home
Starting to find what is equal and fair
Ensuring that this revolution is shared
Regaining lost chances, demanding much more
Running the factories, fighting the war
(Repeat chorus)
Nobody claims that it s over and done
There s too much depends on enlistment and guns
And raising their children and filling their plates
And chasing the Contras to Washington State
The Yankee conspiracy thrown to the ground
That s where the spirit of change can be found
(Repeat chorus)

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one, two, one, two, three, four
Things were rather different in great grandfather s day
He just put a chain around their ankles and made them work for no pay
He took everything they owned and yet still demanded more
He did a bloody good job in taming the poor
Now I m rather more subtle, I say, I ll tell you what I will do
I ll do everything I can to try and help you
And you ll be helping me, I say, and I ll see that you re alright
You can have a place of your own, you can even pretend to be white
And you won t have to worry, I ll have a quiet word with your mates
Oh they ll be alright, they ll have enough on their plate
I ll put a bit in their mouths, you just pull hard on the reins
They ll do anything for you and they won t complain
You ll be so much better off, I say, you can share my paradise
Just sign my piece of paper and I ll organize your life
And it never fails, it does the trick, it works every time
So me and my dear wife and the family s doing fine
Great granddad got his dukedom when slavery was abolished
Dear old dad became a viscount when the Empire was finished
But times have changed for the better with freedom of choice
We re a thousand times richer, QED His Master s Voice
A dog stares into a gramophone trumpet, waits for its call to action
Mute and obedient, standing to attention
Look a little closer, the dog is a woman
She s working under a system that she can t understand
Trapped inside a world of labor and heat
So that she and her children will be able to eat
The trumpet is patriarchy, it s old and fixed
Where poor men are lured by desire to be rich
Where the limited power is still given to men
Where development aid is so wastefully spent
Where western education enforces this crap
Where women work in the open, yet live in a trap
There s one solution, and this is it
The dog leaps on the gramophone and has a shit

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I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish (Repeats)
But it s all in vain (Repeats)
Different colors, different faces
Different schools in different places
Scour the morning papers, all in vain
Evening after, who remembers?
Say your prayers for the great pretenders
I see nothing but flowers, all in vain
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish (Repeats)
But it s all in vain (Repeats)
All the gravestone elegies
I-never-met-you memories
And every T.V. picture, all in vain
All your questions, deep as skin
Seperate worlds to put them in
Another might-have-been, all in vain
I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish (Repeats)
Color blind as tse-tse flies
Sucking all our difference dry
And as we sleep they multiply (Repeats)
All in vain (Repeats)
Multiply (Repeats)

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