Matar A Castro

The crowd will gather
At that filthy port
The red flags will wave
Whipped by the wind
And a little Cuban girl, small and hidden
Waits for the chance to kill
She’s been chosen by the Lord
To free the Cuban people
To pull them from the terror
With just her tiny hands
And nothing can stop her
And nothing will make her back down, Free Cuba!
And the airplane door swings open
She’s loaded a couple of bullets in the clip
The president of our nation has arrived
Smiling, he prepares for the big speech
You can see her mixed-race face
She’s got him right in her sights
All you can hear is her heartbeat
Castro waves, smiles, and looks
A shot rings out
And he starts to fall
She’s done it
She’s succeeded
The blood has stained the uniform of terror
She drops the rifle
Crying in fear
Who would suspect an innocent girl?
Crying among the crowd
Killing Castro
Killing Castro
Killing Castro
Killing Castro