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