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A huge anti-war rock ballad, about the destruction of the people and town of Fallujah in Iraq, in the name of liberty...


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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Sweet Notes
This song will make you cry. But its message is important. No one wins in war and the weak, the children, the elderly and women lose the most.


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