A huge anti-war rock ballad, about the destruction of the people and town of Fallujah in Iraq, in the name of liberty...
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Fallujah
Oh where has my boy gone?
The woman she cried
As the troops were arriving
They pushed her inside
And asked her in English
“Who are you fighting for?”
And forced her and her mother
To lie on the floor
They went through her cupboards
And took all the knives
And took all the photos
Of the men who survived
They asked her hard questions
She just couldn’t say
They told her “we’re taking
Your boy right away”
The doctor was told
That his staff they must leave
But all of the patients
Grabbed hold of his sleeve
And as a good Muslim
He knew he must stay
And care for the wounded
Who came every day
The nurses had bandaids
And nothing much more
A decade of sanctions
Made everyone poor
They talked to the fearful
And promised them peace
And looked out the window
At tanks in the streets
And the soldiers they came and they fired on the crowd
And the children they screamed as the bullets rained down
And the bodies lay broken and still on the ground
As the world turned its back as the sky tumbled down
On Fallujah
The old man remembered
When oil was found
And since then he’s seen
Too much blood on the ground
And here was his favourite
His old loyal friend
But bullets have habits
Of bringing the end
And the streets of Fallujah
Were empty and gone
Steets of dead buildings
Just waiting for bombs
And where was the music
That used to be played?
The songs of a city
That died on this day
He’s always wanted
to be a marine
Like his father and brother
uniform crisp and clean
He thinks back to the horror
that he has seen
And now his demons
invade all his dreams
He thinks of his victims
and how they had died
And to the ocean of tears
that he has cried
Now he keeps his emotions
way down deep inside
And he can’t understand
why his president had lied
And the sound of the black hawks invaded the air
And the sounds of the jackboots that ran up the stairs
And the old women sat paralysed in their chairs
And the mowed them all down like they just didn’t care
In Fallujah
And somewhere in Kansas
In a big four wheel drive
An American family
Is trying to survive
Coz terror is everywhere
Gas prices rise
And no-one is saved
From American lies
The parents are panicked
The children are scared
But not about bombing
That’s way over there
They’re worried for money
Insurance to pay
And terrorists taking
Their mortgage away
And the soldiers they came and they fired on the crowd
And the children they screamed as the bullets rained down
And the bodies lay broken and still on the ground
As the world turned its back as the sky tumbled down
On Fallujah
And the UN just wavered, and sat on its hands
Just like in Rwanda, Could not take a stand
‘Cause American money, And American plans
For the oil that is there, in that far distant land
in Fallujah
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