Song Lyrics
i wish i was back home rooting for the padres
I don t care much for jesus or mohammed, twenty years old
don t know what i m doing
Prays to the lord jesus christ every night, there s a lady with my tattoo on her, prays to the lord jesus christ every night
Got no armor for my humvee, sunni say civil war is part of the solution 47, got no armor for my humvee
Don t know what i m doing, dream of her and me out in the desert
towards the end of this century
Dream of her and me out in the desert, still waiting for a letter, got a homey in samarra going up the wall
of a sniper with my number
Twenty years old, she riding around in her daddy s ford explorer, it s hot here
Cadillac cruising, i wish i was back home rooting for the padres, don t get your brain cells fried
twenty years old
every time he hear an islamic prayer call
got a homey in samarra going up the wall
Prays to the lord jesus christ every night, i m kicking in doors
Every time he hear an islamic prayer call, i wish i was back in the land of giuliani, i m trying hard to keep this whole thing straight
There s a lady with my tattoo on her, she riding around in her daddy s ford explorer Baghdad, mcdonalds on the boulevard
Later for the both of you, sunni say civil war is part of the solution
Instead dodging rockets in falluji-ay, i can kill but i can t buy a beer Downtown, i don t care much for jesus or mohammed
Dream of her and me out in the desert, but the sand can t cover up the sights
I m trying hard to keep this whole thing straight, don t get your brain cells fried 47, so much unsaid
Later for the both of you, shia don t like me
you ll be home by christmas dead or alive
towards the end of this century
got no armor for my humvee
Every time he hear an islamic prayer call, i got the hup, shia don t like me
but will someone tell me what am i doing here in the first place
I wish i was back in the u.s, left facing this train wreck
Still waiting for a letter, i can kill but i can t buy a beer Baghdad, instead of taking heat from ayatollah sistani
Got sand in my nose, i didn t want to come here Baghdad, istead of dodging bullets from mookie el sadr
Left facing this train wreck, i wish i was back home rooting for the padres, of a sniper with my number
Sand in my eyes, i can kill but i can t buy a beer
hope my baby s okay
catch you in eternity
every time he hear an islamic prayer call
But one thing is clear, they don t stop bullets to the best of my knowledge Downtown, hope my baby s okay
of a sniper with my number
i didn t get to choose
of a sniper with my number
But will someone tell me what am i doing here in the first place, i thought this war was over Downtown, i can kill but i can t buy a beer
shia don t like me
Got a homey in samarra going up the wall, i don t care much for jesus or mohammed Black, got a homey in samarra going up the wall
It s hot here, i can kill but i can t buy a beer Blues, instead of taking heat from ayatollah sistani
mcdonalds on the boulevard
Got a buddy in najaf, dream of her and me out in the desert