Pack a knap sack
Full of distributor caps.
Get our *** back
Out of Iraq.
Bring our boys back!
Bring our girls back, too!
Leave all the tanks and
Run the tires off the Hummers
'Cause money ain't ****.
It's nothin' but numbers.
I still don't understand
Why we "played" in the sand!
Bein' led by the nuts
With the hand
Of a maniacal man.
I didn't vote for him
And you didn't neither!
Now he's "the uniter",
"The decider",
Hell, he's a Jim Jones Preacher!
Sip from this cup, "my little pretties"
And the spell you're under...
Is nothin' but misery!
Did you count the dead?
Did you count the living?
Did you count the weak?
Did you count the willing?
I've heard the same damned song
For the last five years
And I wrote my my rhyme
Just to state my fears.
We're in so far---
Over our head,
But the bodies are real
And over 3000 dead!
They say they're gonna send
20,000 more men.
He can call it a "surge",
But when he sends "the twins"
I'll say he's on the verge
2007-02-02
18:25:49
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