Yesterday I got a letter, From my friend, writing in Iraq. And this is what he had to say:
'Tell all my friends, I'll be coming home soon, My time will be up, sometime in June.' Oh, ohh.
'Don't forget,' he said, 'To tell my sweet Lindsey. Her rich, brown eyes, As sweet as honey.'
And he's fighting in Iraq. He's fighting in Iraq. He's fighting in the Iraq War. What for?
Well it was just the next day, His mother, got a telegram. It was addressed from Iraq. Oh, oh.
Now Mistress Brown, She lives in the U.S. of A. And this is what she wrote to say:
'Don't be alarmed, Mistress Brown,' The telegram read. 'But your son is dead. Oh, your son is dead.'
And he's fighting in Iraq. He's fighting in Iraq. In the Iraq War. He's fighting in Iraq. In the Iraq War, war. Someone stop that war. Somebody please stop that war. Somebody stop that war. Somebody stop that war now. Please stop that war.