They sent a hit
They put one on my dad
Lets start a war
Everyone will be had
Lets look for this
But really go for that
The weapons are hidden
Must be the cat in the hat
Roadside bombs
One will take out a few
They dont have the right armor
What do you expect us to do
Young soldiers dying
Another filled in a hole
The oil will pay for it
Cuz to us it's like gold
An occupation
When we should teach them lessons
We should drill them some wells
The water our blessin
They could farm
living from land
To the market they go
Back with money in hand
No more poppies
Now they leaned a new way
Fruits of the land
Start of free market I say
THERES ALWAYS MORE THAN ONE SOLUTION TO A PROBLEM