Falluja

Maybe you'll hear about me

When you watch the evening news

So I write this letter for you, my friends

The truth then you may choose

I had a good time at Oxford

And the world I did roam

When my studies were finished

Then I went back home

All I wanted were good things

Land and liberty

And all the sorts of things we learned at the university

I'm not a fan of dictatorships

I'd rather say live and let live

But for those who would threaten my family

There's nothing I won't give

I will fight for my country

I'll defend this land

I'll stare at the whites of your soldiers' eyes

With this Kalishnikov in my hand

With this Kalishnikov in my hand

When you break down the doors of my neighbors

When you say that might makes right

When you say you're looking for terrorists

In their bedrooms late at night

When you torture my brother at gunpoint

On his head a canvas sack

All I can say to you, soldier

Is you'd best watch your back

I will fight for my country

I'll defend this land

I'll stare at the whites of your soldiers' eyes

With this Kalishnikov in my hand

With this Kalishnikov in my hand

(Yeah)

See I'ma fight for my country though I hate the war

But I deplore even more what they take me for

Think about where you live, how'd you typically be

When the bombs start falling in the middle of the street

It ain't difficult to see what side to choose

With all the lies they use they can't hide the truth

White lies from these white guys in the white house

Might as well wear white sheets while they wipe out

I mean white out all opposition

And bomb colored people into submission

He's got a Bible, he's down with Jesus Christ?

He likes blacks just ask Condoleezza Rice

It's all evil lies in a weak disguise

See the signs and read in between the lines

If ya wanna save America, I'll bring ya support

Arrest the president and bring him to court

Charge him and his puppeteers with war crimes

And start paying reparations of all kinds

You think what I'm telling you to do is extreme

But if you lived in Fallujah it'd be a beautiful dream

So I hold my tears and my hopes and fears, when you

Bomb our country and attack our town

Don't be surprised when the whole world cheers

To see another Black Hawk down (mother****er!)

When you come with your tanks on our city streets

And you say these streets are yours

When you say you'll rebuild us with bombers

And oil tankers on our shores

When you have gunned down my child in Fallujah

You needn't wonder why

I look at you through the blades of your 'copter

And say It's a good day to die

I will fight for my country

I'll defend this land

I'll stare at the whites of your soldiers' eyes

With this Kalishnikov in my hand

With this Kalishnikov in my hand