Baghdad kids on CNN  Have never heard the term phantom limbs  A second before US tanks were deployed  And land mines don't lie    It's a shame that their city got invaded  But modern first world conveniences  Don't grow on trees  SUVs and the morbidly obese don't lie    We love to complain  We wouldn't have it any other way  I'll see you there  There's nothing left to do  There's no place left for you  I'll see you there    Folded flags and epitaphs  Fair and balanced telecasts  To remind us that the job's not done  But 21 guns don't lie    Each and every shot makes me want to scream  Over in that mess there's an Iraqi kid like me  That misses his friends and only wants it all to end  100,000 dead don't lie    We love to complain  We wouldn't have it any other way  I'll see you there  There's nothing left to do  There's no place left for you  I'll see you there