Seremos como el Che

In the valley that is crumbling down to it's feet,
I wonder if anyone knew "the next one could be me"?
Aimed millimeter to your head through the shock of a shell,
When you're lying in bed, or on your knees as you kneel. 
Raining grenades through our now-dying sky, 
Bullets through your door, this is a political drive by. 
You can stand in front all the tanks you want, 
Just know that this is a job for those that never daunt.
"Freedom here, freedom there, freedom everywhere",
That's the excuse for those in gitmo, naked & bare. 
The enemy is everywhere, this is their agenda,
You might as well call them Al-CIA-da. 
What the fuck are we still doing in the never-ending sand?
I'll be damned if it's diplomacy, just an oil-marching band.
Trying to find WMDs? Is that really the command? 
It's like trying to find the revolutionary with no hands. 
Trust me, if you brought the war over here,
The people would fight back, the new guerrillas you will fear.
Fuck you! We will never be your khakis, 
You think the only enemy is a terroristic Iraqi? 
So again, fuck you, I won't do what you tell me, 
I'd rather go to jail than the sand as you sell me. 
So fight your wars, the people will be ready by the bay,
With a message in our hearts, "Seremos como el Che"!