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Woke him up with a barrel to his head
His eyes shut tight, bracing for the blow
Resigning his life to the metal held in another man's hand

Twenty days in a concrete fallout
What life have I to take your own
Oh, my country, won't you call out
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones

And from another land's war torn corners
To a prison cell in my own
Punish me for not taking your orders
But don't lock me up for not leaving my home

Your words just a bloody fallacy
A house of cards you painted white
You tried to recreate Normandy
But you made up the reason to fight

And now red oil is spilling down on the street
And your eyes so big, for the belly is weak
Will you not refuse this currency
Or is blood money just money to you
Or is blood money just money to you

'Cause twenty days in a concrete fallout
What life have I to take your own
Oh, my country, won't you call out
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones

From another land's war torn corners
To a prison cell in my own
Punish me for not taking your orders
But don't lock me up for not leaving my home

Twenty days in a concrete fallout
What life have I to take your own
Oh, my country, won't you call out
Doorbells are ringing with boxes of bones

And from another land's war torn corners
To a prison cell in my own
Punish me for not taking your orders
But don't lock me up for not leaving my home

Camilo, Camilo
Leaving my home
Camilo, Camilo