Barricades

By Jim Carroll We should have left at once We should have never stayed Now they have drawn the line Now there is a barricade Now there's a barricade A barricade Who makes promises? Who makes promises through a thick lead door? Through an intercom on the 23rd floor? Who makes promises and then promises more? Who makes promises for El Salvador? Bobby's getting called. Billy's getting called Juan's getting called, John's getting called . . . They get a letter in the mail, they get a telephone call It says, "Come on, Come on . . ." It says, "Come on . . ." All the American boys Asleep beneath American shade Awake on foreign soil They awake inside the barricades Inside the barricades