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Fri, 18 Dec 1998 01:39:00 EST
Bullet the blue sky, bullet the blue
In the raspy wind, comes the unseen hum
Saddam ired "Great Satan", and Saddam was overcome
Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
See them fire cruise missles, see the tracers go higher and higher
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet he bue
The one who lies comes on tv
His nose red like a rose on a thorn bush
Eyes baggy like a drunken lush
The liar called Three Dollar Bill
(Spouting lies) one hundred, two hundred
And I can't see the stealth planes
I can't see the stealth planes
Across the sand dunes as Iraqis sleep
Over the sites where the chemicals seep
We take the same route as we've done before
Glued to the telly we prepare for more
Saddam breathes into his megaphone
And through it all, we hear his people moan
Outside it's America...once again
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