The hot Sunni sun passes 
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 fucked. 
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.