M.I.A.

While we're sittin' home in our places
 Stuffin' goodies in our faces
 Bitchin' 'bout the television news and the price of gasoline
 There's a man who was your neighbor
 Somewhere in Southeast Asia
 Living in a bamboo cage
 And wondering what happened to the U.S.A.
 He's a citizen of the free world
 He's an American mother's son
 He's a living contradiction, he's a shame to everyone
 He ain't got no Constitution, and his Bill of Rights are gone
 The war's been over for ten years now
 And he still ain't made it home
 Still ain't made it home
 If right is right and fair is fair
 Tell me how, how can we leave him there?
 If right is right and fair is fair
 Tell me how, how can we leave him there?
 Mister Politician, why can't you stop and listen
 To the disenchanted voices blowing in on freedom's wind
 You put this mighty nation in a no-win situation
 You sold out to the Devil, and the price was our young men
 If it's trouble that we're fearing
 I'm the first one volunteering
 And I don't think nobody here would hesitate to go to war
 But in the cause of Freedom
 They're gonna be there when we need 'em
 But if we can't bring 'em back
 Then let's don't send 'em off no more
 Don't send 'em off no more
 If right is right and fair is fair
 Tell me how, how can we leave him there?
 If right is right and fair is fair
 Tell me how, how can we leave him there?
 If right is right and fair is fair
 Tell me how, how can we leave him there?
 If right is right and fair is fair
 Tell me how, how can we leave him there?