E D C D E
Here comes the helicopter,
E D C D E
Second time today
E D C D E
Everybody scatters
E D C D E
And hopes it goes away
E D C D E
How many kids they’ve murdered
E D C B A
Only God can say
A D
If I had a rocket launcher
A D
If I had a rocket launcher
A D
If I had a rocket launcher
E D C D E D C E
I’d make somebody pay
I don’t believe in guarded borders and I don’t believe in hate
I don’t believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening
to relate
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
I would retaliate
On the Rio Lacuntun one hundred thousand wait
To fall down from starvation or some less humane fate
Cry for Guatemala with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
I would not hesitate
INSTRUMENTAL
I want to raise every voice, at least I’ve got to try
Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes
Situation desperate echoes of the victim’s cry
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
Some son-of-a-bitch would die
Here comes the helicopter,
E D C D E
Second time today
E D C D E
Everybody scatters
E D C D E
And hopes it goes away
E D C D E
How many kids they’ve murdered
E D C B A
Only God can say
A D
If I had a rocket launcher
A D
If I had a rocket launcher
A D
If I had a rocket launcher
E D C D E D C E
I’d make somebody pay
I don’t believe in guarded borders and I don’t believe in hate
I don’t believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening
to relate
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
I would retaliate
On the Rio Lacuntun one hundred thousand wait
To fall down from starvation or some less humane fate
Cry for Guatemala with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
I would not hesitate
INSTRUMENTAL
I want to raise every voice, at least I’ve got to try
Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes
Situation desperate echoes of the victim’s cry
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
If I had a rocket launcher
Some son-of-a-bitch would die