Got a buddy in Najaf, hes playing it straight
Prays to the Lord Jesus Christ every night
Got a homey in Samarra goin up the walls
Every time he hears an Islamic prayer call
Me, I dont care much for Jesus or Mohammed
They dont stop bullets to the best of my knowledge
Later for the both of you, catch you in eternity
Hopefully, toward the end of this century
I didnt want to come here, I didnt get to choose
I got the hup, two, three, four Downtown Baghdad Blues.
I wish I was back home rootin for the Padres
Stead of dodgin bullets from Mookie El Sadr
I wish I was back in the land of Guiliani
Instead of takin heat from Ayatollah Sistani
Dont know what Im doin, but one thing is clear
Twenty years old, I can kill but I cant buy a beer
Keep your head down, dont get your brain cells fried
Youll be home by Christmas, dead or alive.
I wish I was back in the US of A
Instead of dodgin rockets in Fallujiay
Theres a lady with my tattoo on her so special
Dream of her and me out in the desert
She ridin round in her Daddys Ford Explorer
Im kickin in doors, hey, I thought this war was over
Got sand in my nose, sand in my eyes
But the sand cant cover up the sights of a
Sniper with my number, got his finger on the trigger
Hope my babys okay, Im still waitin for a letter
All I get are emails, so much left unsaid
Its hot here, baby, but its so cold inside my head.
Mission accomplished, yeah, up on deck
Got no armor for my Humvee, Im left facin this train wreck
Shia dont like me, want Islamic Revolution
Sunni say civil war is part of the solution
Maybe someday therell be peace in Fallujah
McDonalds on the boulevard, Cadillac cruisin
Im tryin hard to keep this whole thing straight
But will someone tell me what am I doin here in the first place?
Larry Kirwan & Black 47
[From the album Elvis Murphys Green Suede Shoes, Gadfly Records, 2005.]From Green Left Weekly, June 22, 2005.
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