Good night Baghdad

We met as soul mates
On Green Zone Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum

And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives

We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbered corpses

And we learned fast
To travel and fight
Our armored cars were heavy
But our bellies were tight

We had no home front
We had no one
They sent us John Mccain
They gave us Jessica Simpson

We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all of our might

We had video cameras
To shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Eminem tapes

 

And it was dark
So dark in our humvee

And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother

We promised our mothers we’d write
And we would all go down together
We said we’d all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

Remember the Sunnis and Shias

Remember the imprisoned Iraqi

They left their childhood
On every acre

And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn’t matter in the thick of the fight

We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night

And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Green zone Island

We held the street corners
They held the rooftops
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives

They heard the hum of our convoys
They counted the humvees
And waited for us to arrive

And we would all go down together
We said we’d all go down together
Yes we would all go down together

 

(with credit to Billy Joel from Good Night Saigon)