Downtown Baghdad Blues

Got a buddy in Najaf, he's playing it straight
 Prays to the Lord Jesus Christ every night
 Got a homey in Samarra goin' up the wall
 Every time he hear an Islamic prayer call
 Me, I don't care much for Jesus or Mohammed
 They don't stop bullets to the best of my knowledge
 Later for the both of you, catch you in eternity
 Hopefully, towards the end of this century
 I didn't want to come here, I didn't get to choose,
 I got the hup, two, three, four Downtown Baghdad Blues.
 I wish I was back home rootin' for the Padres
 'Stead of dodgin' bullets from Mookie El Sadr
 I wish I was back in the land of Giuliani
 Instead of takin' heat from Ayatollah Sistani
 Don't know what I'm doin,' but one thing is clear
 Twenty years old, I can kill but I can't buy a beer
 Keep your head down, don't get your brain cells fried
 You'll be home by Christmas - dead or alive!
 I wish I was back in the US of A
 Instead dodgin' rockets in Falluji-ay
 There's a lady with my tattoo on her so special
 Dream of her and me out in the desert
 She ridin' round in her Daddy's Ford Explorer
 I'm kickin' in doors, hey, I thought this war was over
 Got sand in my nose, sand in my eyes
 But the sand can't cover up the sights of a
 Sniper with my number, got his finger on the trigger
 Hope my baby's okay, still waitin' for a letter
 All I get are emails, so much unsaid
 It's hot here, baby, but it's so cold inside my head.
 Mission accomplished, yeah, up on deck
 Got no armor for my Humvee, left facin' this train wreck
 Shia don't like me, want Islamic Revolution
 Sunni say civil war is part of the solution
 Maybe someday there'll be peace in Fallujah
 McDonald's on the boulevard, Cadillac cruisin'
 I'm tryin' hard to keep this whole thing straight
 But will someone tell me what am I doin' here in the first place?
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