Iraq at War

Insurgency

Of Dunes and Bullets, I know little, so this start’ll be brief

of Our Long ways Home mine is the most of all

I practically dug a hole to Babylon

And were this Earth all dirt that would’ve been such a Problem

Knowing this journey’ll hurt, I’ve brought supplies

A Stethoscope, A Miner’s Hat, a Canary

Knowing this journey’ll be Long, I’ve brought Food

A Candy Bar, An MRE, A Canary

Knowing that I will now know the way home I brought a Map

According to it, I’ll probably Die

And Hell, if Battles were still fought like battles once were

I’d at least have the Glory of knowing your name

And if Bullets were still fought like Battles once War

In Thousandsome Cavalcades of Death

I’d at Least have the Glory of Dying with you

If Battles were still fought like Bullets once Were

I’d at least have the Glory of dying by a Boxful of Sword

Nevertheless, I’ll miss you

Nevertheless, I’ll miss coming Home

Nevertheless, I’ll forget why we’re Here