O liberated town of Baghdad
How still you seem tonight
But over the hill a bomb goes off
And gives us a terrible fright
Another attack on Bush's troops
Could this be his Vietnam?
The hopes and fears of WMDs
Have got them in a jam
For weapons are born of hatred
And sold by the West
While civilians sleep, the soldiers keep
Their watch in Kevlar vests
O men and women, together
Proclaim the liberation
And praises gush to President Bush
And peace shall surely come
O holy WMD of Baghdad!
Be revealed to Blair, he prays
Cast out his sin and enter in
Justify his war today
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell
Saddam's with us, he'll abide with us
And surely go to hell |
