The Ballad of Abu Ghraib
by pessimist
You can take the musician out of making music but you can't take making music out of the musician.
I was a professional musician for ten years when I was younger, and sometimes still I get inspired to write song lyrics. This one popped into my head as I was driving home today:
There ain't a one that's Honest Abe
That's why they're here in Abu Ghraib
Where we are changin' their ways
The orders came from the Top
Nobody said when we should stop
So we keep slammin' 'til they drop
'Cause only vi-o-lence pays!
We wrap some cop-per 'round their balls -
There's lots of power in the walls
Their screams will echo through the halls
And all the others will hear
They're gonna see the thing our way
When they see just how rough we play
And we will treat them like they're gay
We're gonna conquer through fear!
CHORUS
It doesn't matter what we do
The news will never get to you
The truth is known by just a few
There's so much that we hide
Things you would not abide
Things you wouldn't understand
Some things so evil they were banned
But that's the way we have it planned
So you can STFU!
And you can keep your righteous blame
And you can save your ire and shame
'Cause we can beat you at that game
We hold the leash on you, pup!
CHORUS
It doesn't matter what you say
We gotta do this thing our way
It keeps al-Qaeda far away
Be thankful our toil
Keeps your Humvee in oil
We've got Osama on the run
We cornered al-Zarqawi, son!
You must approve of what we've done,
Not that you matter at all!
We are the po-wer wielding crew
We're gonna do the things we do
And we won't stop until we're through
And we are having a ball!
CHORUS
It doesn't matter - you won't win
You need to have a thicker skin
And have a media to spin
It should stick in your craw
We're ignoring the law!
You've got to pay all our dues
You're either with us or you lose
So you got just one thing to choose
Submit and all will be well
We hold the country of your birth
And we all know what that's worth
We're gonna leverage the Earth
And then we'll spend it to hell!
So wipe those mem'ries from your brain
Or we will have you found insane
You'll never see your home again
You be in Guan-tan-a-mo!
With all you lib-erals withdraw'd
Then all true Christians can applaud
One Nation - Crimson - Under Gawd
The Rapture now is our goal!
[Long fade out with New Orleans-style street band playing a rock march with an obligato 'Rock of Ages' in the background]
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