.All the high groundâs covered in a thick, black fog
Any man of any honour heâll be dying like a dog
Thereâs an ill wind and itâs blowing up perfect, man, you know what I say?
Pick up your waterboard and meet me down at Camp X-Ray
Yeah, everybodyâs gone surfinâ Guantanamo Bay<.>
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