Chiquita Banana Lyrics

His twitching hand is mine to hold

In the other a dozen marigolds

As we sneak into the factory square

To bow our heads in rushed, hushed prayer

In the dead center, where his father died

We lay the bouquet then stand and cry

While machine guns ring from the balconies

And a cut tongued choir starts to sing

And their roar reaches the stars

O flowers bloom in the concrete yard

And blood splatters on ashen walls

As scores of fallen angels call

The guards pull up with guns raised high

Tie jet-black cloth i see through fine

He's pressed to stone, pistol to head

His skull smashed in under steel toe treads

And his roar reaches the stars

O flowers bloom in the concrete yard

And blood splatters on white lead walls

As another fallen angel calls