Drove right into it,
Foolishly,
Spurred on by bungling clowns,
Bogged down in dozens of towns.

This is no one-year stand;
Despite rigged persuasion—
Wool on our eyes ; we're stuck there.
When will we get away?
This could go till Judgment Day.

A missile strike at Basra bay.

Babylon sh*tstorm—sheik it.
Babylon sh*tstorm—sheik it.

So naïve, stung—
Suckered by INC* scum.

Here come those sandy, angry winds again.

Folks getting mowed down in the sand.
Think Kirkuk, is getting shelled.
Sand fiasco—blown to hell.

Hell, we should know by now
We've dug a chasm.

On Sunday, we get BJs
From Dubya's flacks on TV. . .
Yammer 'bout WMDs,
But they've shoved off shamed Chalabi.

Babylon sh*tstorm—sheik it.
Babylon sh*tstorm—sheik it.

So naïve, stung—
Suckered by INC scum.

Our one-time friends say, "No,
We're not conned like Candide."

There's an oil well on fire.

I guess we didn't learn
From 'Nam, and now this country burns.
We're at point of no return.

Babylon sh*tstorm—sheik it.
Babylon sh*tstorm—sheik it.

They're dying young—
Fell here for the oil we won.