Desert Dawn: a deadly rap
Bodies gone cold in the pink/grey morn
Medics walkin’ round checkin’ grunts for groans
Survivor sittin’ over there all alone
“Mind that leg, mate, could be mine”
scores of body bags all in line
padre givin’ last rights for the 86th time
more scattered over there in that trench
a two-day battle leaves plenty of stench
tank muzzles flashin’ all through the night
explosions lightin’ up young faces of fright
“forward there men, don't stop now.
should be over by mornin’, then hot chow.”
hear the bomb a’comin’, but ya never can tell
where it’s gonna land until it’s fell
young boys screamin’ in pain for mum
hopin’ like hell that help’ll soon come
“good work son, it was worth it, we won
we’ll be sendin’ you home
’way from any more harm
’mazin’ what you can do with only one arm
don't worry, soldier, it was for the best
here’s a purple heart to wear ’pon yo’ chest”.
up and down the dunes all month we roam
politicians growin’ fat in comfort back home
sendin’ young boys, but not their own
to die in the Middle East so the world is shown
that the Yankee Doodle dandies don't miss a beat
even if it means killin’ friendlies in the heat.
And what about those A-rabs over to the right
how come we’re over here fightin’ their fight?
supposed to be for the good
of the Stars and Stripes
but what’s gonna happen
if we upset those kikes?
them Jew boys getting’ ready
to put up their dukes
only trouble is
they want to use some heavy nukes
and those big mommas
don’t know shit from dates
when it comes to knowin’ the difference
between enemies and mates
the tension gets tighter
and the body count’s growin’
what's the human cost
to keep the oil wells flowin’
all them greenbacks passing back and forth
linin’ pockets of rich men with a mocked-up warThem CIA spooks knew just what was goin’ down
And the powers in the Pentagon
didn't even frown
When Bush declared war to up his popularity
sayin’ “Saddam’s just a big affront to Christianity”
so here we are dyin’, don't it make you feel good.
just to keep White House beagle boys
playin’ at God.
Well fuck them! Fuck you!
sure ain't gonna die for someone else's plan
when it comes to makin’ choices
’bout meetin’ The Man
leave it up to me and I'll suck hard on a cone
and when the time is right, I’ll die on my own
but not here. no way.
no mother fuckin’ way, I’m outa here now.
fuck the consequences,
I don't care how I do it. I’m gone.
Hey, what's that whistlin’ noise
comin’ down from above.
painted sign on the side says
“from Saddam, with love”
better duck now ’n’ tuck ya head up your arse
but it don't really matter
’cos the next breath’ll be your last.
© eoinmacdhugail 1991