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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.
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?
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.   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?