Bombing Baghdad

Ground control, this is the baron
Target sighted and locked, awaiting instructions
Baron, this is ground control
Bomb those motherfuckers

The bird of prey comes out at night
One with the desert wind, out of sight
As it nears its prey, an evil thought
The prey sleeps to forget me
Hoping to seek some sanctuary
But the fool doesn’t realize this simple truth
I rule him, be it dream or reality

Me and my flock are hunting tonight
Our momma is hungry, hunger for might
I love her, but she drinks too much I gotta say
That stuff will kill you, look at Saddam Hussein

We’re gonna give them something to cheer about
A Fourth of July parade in the desert night
They should thank us for putting on such a show
Something like Floyd, but with more bones

Hell, I feel like G.I. Joe
Protecting Mother America, be it friend or foe
Along the way, sacrifices have to be made
So I bombed a school or two,
Mistakes happen everyday

Me and my mates have a bet going
Something like chicken hunter, but not quite
Its called camel fucker, real easy to play
Bomb a mosque, you get ten
Twenty, if there are people within
Best game ever invented, beats darts any day
I always win, coz I know the secret you see
The stupid fucks pray five times a day

God hear them scream, they seem so real
I tell you, they build these toys better with each passing year
You would think they are almost human
Except for the ‘Made in Iraq’ tag on their knee
What the hell, they’re just burning plastic to me

Hear them sing ‘Praise the Lord, the Mighty’
How could they be so out of touch with reality
My momma is god, its plain to see
Patriotrism is her mask, self protection her uzi

It’s a crusade, not colonizing
Profit is the religion, peace the myth
And I am soldier, a man of the cloth
Doing what’s right, or atleast what I have been made to believe
Seats in the sky box, is what I dream
Can’t you see where all this ranting leads?
Change the script, and you get one word
‘ Jihadi’