Baghdad kids on CNN

Have never heard the term phantom limbs

A second before US tanks were deployed

And land mines don't lie


It's a shame that their city got invaded

But modern first world conveniences

Don't grow on trees

SUVs and the morbidly obese don't lie


We love to complain

We wouldn't have it any other way

I'll see you there

There's nothing left to do

There's no place left for you

I'll see you there


Folded flags and epitaphs

Fair and balanced telecasts

To remind us that the job's not done

But 21 guns don't lie


Each and every shot makes me want to scream

Over in that mess there's an Iraqi kid like me

That misses his friends and only wants it all to end

100,000 dead don't lie


We love to complain

We wouldn't have it any other way

I'll see you there

There's nothing left to do

There's no place left for you

I'll see you there