babylon

 

got the sand in my eyes, i can barely see

i feel my M1-A1 underneath me

i’m trying to imagine what we’re gonna find

mesopotamia on my mind

might makes right in a world gone wrong

now we’re rollin’ down the highway to Babylon

 

oil fires burning, desert sun in my eyes

here come the ones we’re supposed to civilize

keep your hands where i can see’em, get down on your knees

your house is on fire but you’re finally free

he looked up at me and he said through his tears

“we’ve been farming this land for 5000 years”

 

checking out the crowd on the champs-elysées

i can’t read the signs but i know what they say

i see a white flag and a burning Bush

better watch your back when shove comes to push

i tried to explain: i didn’t vote for the guy

they said “Tant pis for you, Au revoir and Good-bye!”

 

night vision goggles, surprise attack

old glory and the union jack

we name our choppers after indian tribes

we’re buying some oil with american lives

ready or not, baby, he’re we come

we’re rollin’ down the highway to Babylon

...rollin’ down the highway to Babylon

 

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