Baghdad kids on CNN Have never heard the term phantom limbs A second before US tanks were deployed And land mines don't lie
It's a shame that their city got invaded But modern first world conveniences Don't grow on trees SUVs and the morbidly obese don't lie
We love to complain We wouldn't have it any other way I'll see you there There's nothing left to do There's no place left for you I'll see you there
Folded flags and epitaphs Fair and balanced telecasts To remind us that the job's not done But 21 guns don't lie
Each and every shot makes me want to scream Over in that mess there's an Iraqi kid like me That misses his friends and only wants it all to end 100,000 dead don't lie
We love to complain We wouldn't have it any other way I'll see you there There's nothing left to do There's no place left for you I'll see you there