Letter from Iraq
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
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
Somebody is 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
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
Somebody is on the offense
Picking up the beat
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
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
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
Somebody is 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
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
Somebody is on the offense
Picking up the beat
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
Credits
Writer(s): Peter William Steinkopf, Bryan T Kienlen, Gregory A Attonito, Michael H Mcdermott, Garrett Reppenhagen
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