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Dear Mother and Father
What do folks say back home?
Are we heroes or suckers?
'Cuz I'm damned if I know.
They could have killed our Billy quick
Instead they cut him in two
Now they've saved them a bullet
And your son's vulture food.

And whenever I start to feel sad and alone
I recall how the rubble crushed her frail bones
And I swear that I'll kill
Every Arab that I can
In these bloody-brown hills
Of Afghanistan

So we'll fight for the freedom
Of civilised men
Round up the towel-heads
And do 'em all in
And all that the dirty wee buggers can do
Is claim that they're fighting
For their freedom too.

So I just ate their rations
And watched as they bled
Thinking killing's not much
But it's all I got left
Since my heart has been broken
And it never shall heal
For it's crushed beneath mountains
Of concrete and steel.

So tell me brave captain
Just who is this man
That we're hunting out here
In the mud, blood and sand?
We're told he's a killer
The devil's own son
But these people portray him
Like Christ with a gun

And I've seen all the pain that one life can allow
I've grieved and I've slain but I can't work out how
That with all of our missiles, computers and spies
We got out ass kicked
By a few men with knives

Yes mother I'm scared and I don't want to die
Waging a third world war
On a few men with knives

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