Three Years In Iraq
Three years in Iraq, and there’s no end in sight,
No sign of the milk and the honey.
I been startin’ to wonder if we’re in the right,
Or whether we’re here for the oil n’ money.
I been up to Mosul and down to Al Kut,
Been all around Baghdad and downtown Tikrit.
Got nothin’ to show for it but sand in my boot,
Got two wary eyes n’ two bloody feet.
The people are cowering with fear in their hearts,
Then they show me the soles of their sandals.
Over here that’s the same as “Fuck You” back home,
‘Cuz they’re lighting their houses with candles.
CHORUS
Give my regards to Baghdad,
I don’t mean to rag, Dad,
But I think we’ve hit a snag, Dad,
And I wanna come home.
I seen children get slaughtered from our cluster bombs,
I seen innocent men shot at road blocks.
They’re sayin’ we’re worse than a thousand Saddams,
And the mullahs have won at the ballot box.
Some say that we’re winnin’ the minds and the hearts,
But who the hell’s aiming them damn RPGs?
I guess if we’re winnin’, it’s in fits and in starts,
‘Cuz we never did find Bush’s WMDs.
Twenty-three hundred of us paid the price,
While Cheney’s out huntin’ for game birds.
And Rumsfeld, Gonzales, and Condoleezza Rice,
They make me too angry for words.
Christ, they make me too angry for words.
CHORUS
Give my regards to Baghdad,
I don’t mean to rag, Dad,
But I think we’ve hit a snag, Dad,
And I wanna come home.
3 Comments:
Wow.
Jack,
I would love to feature some of your work on my blog my friend. Truly a gifted songster.
You can visit my blog and let me know if you would like to contribute.
Peace,
Mark
Oh. The blog is @ http://apoeticjustice.blogspot.com/
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