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Black 47
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Downtown Baghdad Blues
Got a buddy in Najaf, he's playing it straight Prays to the Lord Jesus Christ every night Got a homey in Samarra going up the wall Every time he hear an Islamic prayer call Me, I don't care much for Jesus or Mohammed They don't stop bullets to the best of my knowledge Later for the both of you, catch you in eternity Hopefully, towards the end of this century
I didn't want to come here, I didn't get to choose I got the hup, two, three, four downtown Baghdad blues
I wish I was back home rooting for the Padres Istead of dodging bullets from Mookie el Sadr I wish I was back in the land of Giuliani Instead of taking heat from Ayatollah Sistani Don't know what I'm doing, but one thing is clear Twenty years old, I can kill but I can't buy a beer Keep your head down, don't get your brain cells fried You'll be home by Christmas - dead or alive!
I wish I was back in the U.S. of A. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Instead dodging rockets in Falluji-ay There's a lady with my tattoo on her, so special Dream of her and me out in the desert She riding around in her daddy's Ford Explorer I'm kicking in doors, hey, I thought this war was over Got sand in my nose, sand in my eyes But the sand can't cover up the sights Of a sniper with my number, got his finger on the trigger Hope my baby's okay, still waiting for a letter All I get are emails, so much unsaid It's hot here, baby, but it's so cold inside my head
Mission accomplished, yeah, up on deck Got no armor for my Humvee, left facing this train wreck Shia don't like me, want Islamic revolution Sunni say civil war is part of the solution Maybe someday there'll be peace in Fallujah Mcdonalds on the boulevard, Cadillac cruising I'm trying hard to keep this whole thing straight But will someone tell me what am I doing here in the first place?
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