On this crap desert highway, hot wind in my face Everything smells just like low-tide, garbage all over the place Up ahead in the distance, a dead donkey eaten by dogs I swear there’s a wire coming out of its butt leading over behind some logs
IDF at the CMOC, the Muj at the FDC Giving chocolate to the children, then getting hit by an IED And the freedom bird for re-deployments so far away Wake me up it’s the same old thing, it’s Ground Hog’s Day
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Welcome to the Hotel Camp Fallujah We’re in Iraq again, but it’s garrison We’re livin it up at the Hotel Camp Fallujah Said we’ll bring the fight, don’t turn on bright light
There she stood in the doorway, but you know she can’t come in Someone shit in the shower, with Camp Grizzly Gestapo you can’t win Salsa night just got cancelled, no boys and girls can’t touch They took away the Coor’s Cutter too, I think that’s a bit much
Can’t buy clothes at the PX, everything’s extra-large Can’t get by the Ugandans, they’re the ones charge here in- No shower shoes outside your trailer, or get crotch-rot on your feet No lobster tails at the DFAC-2, what the hell am I supposed to eat
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Welcome to the Hotel Camp Fallujah Go get your groove on, in the porta-john There’s plenty to do at the Hotel Camp Fallujah We’re in a combat zone, go get your ice cream cone
My mind must be terribly twisted, is she a nine or a ten But we all know when she’ll be back to a three when we get back to the states Wait in line to check email, you shant log in to My-space Send that guy to the corpsman, he’s got some fungus on his face.