Letter From Iraq

Hot Sunni sun passes moaning mosque spire

B-company's pinned down under heavy fire

Underneath the palms there's improvised bombs

Because Jihad Johnny knows Yankee is a liar



An eye for an eye and blood for Texas tea

At the call to prayer al-Qaeda's on its knees

Isaac versus Ishmael, Allah versus Christ

Zarqawi's on the offense picking up the beat



There's celebratory fire and a purple thumb vote

Tom Cruise is on the saudi from the Gulf love boat

Smart bombs are coming, see the children running

The dead, they are all laughing, but we don't get the joke



An eye for an eye and blood for Texas tea

At the call to prayer al-Qaeda's on its knees

Isaac versus Ishmael, Allah versus Christ

Zarqawi's on the offense picking up the beat



They lost another friend today

It's getting rough over there, they say the whole thing's fucked

I wish the boys were back, at least I know they're still alive

Another letter from Iraq



Presents full of Christmas loot

All that's left of Bullet Billy is a pair of bloody boots

His mom is on the phone, his girl is all alone

We all stand in the rain for a twenty-one gun salute