Holiday In Iraq

The chants of the mullahs ringing in my head
While the New York Times is counting the dead
Keep those cards and iPods coming
To block out the sound of the mullah's humming

Kill for peace
The peace that I lack
I left it in a humvee back in Iraq
IEDs and DOAs
Had enough of these Iraqi holidays

Back in the USA and all is well
But I am still dreaming on the streets of hell
Our fathers ate rice and napalm stew
Don’t want to come back wrapped in red, white and blue