A Dove Flies Over Baghdad

Blown to bits daily by the Coalition
They bring on democracy: thats their mission
Guerillas in the desert: its a war of attrition
Eight years of war in this sub-division

Bad man in a hole
Hes got nothing
Of weapons of mass-destruction.

A DOVE FLIES OVER BAGHDAD
PEACE OVER BABYLON
SUICIDE BOMBERS
BECOME TENANT FARMERS
WHEN THEY HEAR THE BATTLE ALARM

A DOVE FLIES OVER BAGHDAD
SHE DIDNT GET BLOWN OUT OF THE SKY
SUICIDE KILLERS
BECOME PLOWERS AND TILLERS
WELL HAVE PEACE BY THE ENDTIME.

They sacked our Temple in 586
Became a nation of terrorists
Battling with their guns and their fists
But peace no one can resist

Bad man on the gallows
He hangs from the rope
The dictator is dead
Now we got hope.

Viet Nam, this time on desert sand
Forty years later we still dont understand
We need to stay out of the foreign land
After this battle, all war will be banned

Bad man is buried in a royal grave
The war is over, now we are safe