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The
Friend of Violence
Hello Saddam, my old friend.
We want our weapons back again.
Because you have had them for far too long.
The old commie threat is dead and gone.
And your oil that our moguls long to drain... still remains.
We must resort to violence.
From the bases that we own.
We will bomb Iraqi homes.
‘Neath the fallout of a mushroom cloud.
Iraq civilian crying grows so loud.
When the greed of man pushed us into this here fight.
Bush ain't so bright.
‘Cause he's the friend of violence.
Whatever Rummy boy may say.
Ten thousand kids die anyway.
People follow without listening.
Taking orders without thinking.
People starting wars where life will not be spared.
No one cared...
About these deaths from violence.
“Fools,” said I, "I want no war,
Just so those oil wells can flow."
Hear the words that I say to you:
"Do not let that Bush dictate to you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell.
And could not stop his urge... for violence
And the people bowed and prayed.
To the plan that Bush had made.
And the Left gave to us a warning.
Hate of U.S. will be forming.
And they all said, “Bush is panned, can't command.
'Cause in the past, he had gone AWOL, to drinking
halls.”
He ushered in an age of violence.
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