Text: Manic Street Preachers. Know Your Enemy. Baby Elian.

Blockades won't win you more votes
A Cuban adjustment act
Offer the world a dream
Dress it up, it's blackmail

Internal matter they say
For two million dollars a day
Maybe a future in film
But Cuban boxers still win

Kidnapped to the promised land
The bay of pigs or baby Elian
Operation Peter Pan
America, the devil's playground

Baby Elian
Baby Elian

Across the unfair divide
Where black will never meet whites
So read my token lips
As if they never exist

You cannot buy a nation
Not even the Miami mob
We follow a shining path
That you will never destroy

Kidnapped to the promised land
The bay of pigs or baby Elian
Operation Peter Pan
America, the devil's playground

You don't just sit in a rocking chair
When you've built a revolution
You don't just sit in a rocking chair
When you've built a revolution

Baby Elian
Baby Elian