You made us a promise but now its been broken
You promised us weapons of massive destruction
And all you've done
Is stained the desert
With our blood
You unleashed the dogs, who feast with the hawks
You set up the pawns, and let them get fucked
The media hounds do nothing but squalk
It's a cold and lonely place
in the burning of the sun
Its wartime and the livin ain't easy
The bombs are flyin, and the cost of oils high
if your daddys rich, then your worlds pretty goodlookin
Don't you worry Little georgie
Don't you cry
One of these mornings…you gonna wake up and you gonna stop singin
Then your gonna spread your wings…and take to the sky
But until that morning…you gonna do all the harm you can do
With senators and the congress standin by
Written By Ian Lacombe
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