Il testo della Letter from iraq

The hot sunni sun
Passes moaning mosque spire.
B-company's pinned down-under heavy fire.
Underneath the palms,
There's improvised bombs
Because jihad johnny knows,
Yankee is a liar.

(chorus:)
An eye for an eye.
And blood for texas tea.
At the call to prayer
Al queda's on his knees.
Isac vs. ishmael.
Allah vs. christ.
(...) on the offense
Picking up the beat.

There's celebratory fire,
A purple thumb vote.
Tom cruise is on a sortie
From the gulf love boat,
Smart bombs are coming,
See the children running.
The dead are all laughing,
But we don't get the joke.

(chorus)

They lost another friend today.
It's getting rough over there.
They say the whole things fucked.
I wish the boys were back.
At least i know they're still alive.
Another letter from iraq.

Presents full of christmas loot.
All that's left of bullet billy-
Is a pair of bloody boots.
His mom is on the phone;
His girl is all alone.
We all stand in the rain
For a twenty-one gun salute.