Paroles Downtown Baghdad Blues de Black 47

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Textes et Paroles de Downtown Baghdad Blues




Got a buddy in Najaf, he's playing it straightPrays to the Lord Jesus Christ every nightGot a homey in Samarra going up the wallEvery time he hear an Islamic prayer callMe, I don't care much for Jesus or MohammedThey don't stop bullets to the best of my knowledgeLater for the both of you, catch you in eternityHopefully, towards the end of this centuryI didn't want to come here, I didn't get to chooseI got the hup, two, three, four downtown Baghdad bluesI wish I was back home rooting for the PadresIstead of dodging bullets from Mookie el SadrI wish I was back in the land of GiulianiInstead of taking heat from Ayatollah SistaniDon't know what I'm doing, but one thing is clearTwenty years old, I can kill but I can't buy a beerKeep your head down, don't get your brain cells friedYou'll be home by Christmas - dead or alive!I wish I was back in the U.S. of A.Instead dodging rockets in Falluji-ayThere's a lady with my tattoo on her, so specialDream of her and me out in the desertShe riding around in her daddy's Ford ExplorerI'm kicking in doors, hey, I thought this war was overGot sand in my nose, sand in my eyesBut the sand can't cover up the sightsOf a sniper with my number, got his finger on the triggerHope my baby's okay, still waiting for a letterAll I get are emails, so much unsaidIt's hot here, baby, but it's so cold inside my headMission accomplished, yeah, up on deckGot no armor for my Humvee, left facing this train wreckShia don't like me, want Islamic revolutionSunni say civil war is part of the solutionMaybe someday there'll be peace in FallujahMcdonalds on the boulevard, Cadillac cruisingI'm trying hard to keep this whole thing straightBut will someone tell me what am I doing here in the first place?

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