Letter From Iraq

The hot Sunni sun pa*ses Moaning Mosque Spire. B-company's pinned down and under heavy fire. Underneath the palms there's improvised bombs. Because Jihad Johnny Knows- Yankee is a liar. [Chorus:] An eye for an eye. And blood for Texas Tea. At the call to prayer Al Queda's on his knees. Isac vs. Ishmael. Allah vs. Christ. [...]</i> on the offense picking up the beat. There's celebratory fire And a purple thumb vote. Tom cruise is on a sortie from a gulf love boat. Smart bombs are a coming, See the children running. The dead are all laughing, But we don't get the joke. [Chorus] They lost another friend today. It's getting rough over there. They say the whole things f**ked. I wish the boys were back. At least I know they're still alive. Another letter from Iraq. Presents full of Christmas loot. All that's left of Bullet Billy- is a pair of bloody boots. His mom is on the phone, His girl is all alone. We all stand in the rain for a twenty-one gun salute.