In a Banana Republic in early nineties
A country ruled by a ruling Elite
When people asked for right to live
They let loose the hounds and people paid the price
A commanding officer of Estados Unidos
Doing his stint of service there
With gaping jaws awakened his voice
They are killing their own brothers why why why.

We toil day long to eke out a living
Trying to earn a rupee to buy some rice
So the skin rises up, so the bones do hide
So our children grow up and they pass their teens
They are duped to don the fatigues and the boots
Minds washed up so as not to reason why
When ordered they shoot to **** us why why why.

Now in my own country Sri Lanka
Year twenty twenty two the saga is the same
They are a lot fatter and thinner we are
East or West the story is the same
We choose them we are a democracy
They fleece and slay us are we not crazy
So the wheel turns the road is the same
Our children shoot to **** us why why why.