Lyrics:
Dr Hellier says that my body's Afghanistan
And we can't let the Taliban
Take over and breed
He says there's only one answer
In a nuclear age, man
band
And Radio Tokyo
Playing Sweet Home Afghanistan
Welcome to Club XIII
Penny beer and cheap cocaine
Girls worn up by tanning beds
Orphans left
to Afghanistan
Yeah
I was ezoobeson drunk
Strung out on junk
Live fast, die punk
I thought I was sunk
From gin swilling and fish tank penicillin
I was
to reinstate the draft, enlist a million whores
Start with the sororities and then all the spring breaks
Ship the girls gone wild to Afghanistan
They'll
a way to understand
Besides the good weed what the fuck's in Afghanistan
Can't trust em, judge said it best
But I'ma take it til I finally rest
Now I
fric
J'prendrais un billet pour ailleurs
J'ai un vieil Atlas, quand je l'ouvre, je pleure
J'aimerais voir Istanbul et Bagdad et l'Afghanistan
Where you get your badda from?
Ting weh me get could of come from Afghanistan
Dem nuh wan' see this rass mic
Me have inna mi hand
Badda man, you know
to Afghanistan
That star-spangled banner does yet wave
I won't forget I owe a debt of gratitude
I never can repay
Arm and arm and side by side
American
my advice dear get it outta yuh head like lice here,
Mi luvin har forever if life spare,
Yuh doan know mi Afghanistan yuh only know mi Times Square,
Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya?
The irony is we have no business in Syria
But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria
And then they try and tell you
from our G-d then burned of our bones. Never Again
Outro:
From the USA to Afghanistan,
from Israel to Pakistan, from Iraq to Iran
To Russia, Poland,
alone
When the letter said, a soldier's comin' home
So the letters came from an army camp
In California then Afghanistan
And he told her of his
to reinstate the draft, enlist a million whores
Start with the sororities and then all the spring breaks
Ship the girls gone wild to Afghanistan
They'll
don't ride no Avalanche, so high I might never land
Trips to Never-Never land, smoking on Afghanistan
A.K.A that kush nigga, I'm on Heaven's roof nigga
fric
J'prendrais un billet pour ailleurs
J'ai un vieil Atlas, quand je l'ouvre, je pleure
J'aimerais voir Istanbul et Bagdad et l'Afghanistan
Spoken
Children, this is a song about the ugliest girl in the world
She is our Fan Club President in Afghanistan
An' she's kinda ugly, real ugly, now
in Afghanistan
Still looking for the Promised Land, but the kingdom lies within.
My mother's still in vanity, I'm part of her insanity
My father died
shit they shoot up the schools with (got it!)
Columbine, Afghanistan I'm droppin' bombs
I'm sendin' hits my alibi recordings on (get that nigga!)
part of the plan...
Understand, some people need a helping hand
Feel like they go to war everyday, Afghanistan...
Never kno who plotting moves,
bars in a party bag, swag
And some weed from Afghanistan, swag
I'm on footballs, I hit the Superbowl
And I live in a liquor store
I'mma stop buying
is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby
Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan
And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran
They only love the rich, and how they
Walker captured in Kandahar, Afghanistan with shit stains on his face
I seen the planes hit the world trade then I seen the world change
Idealogical
grows in afghanistan
Carbine bullets could settle the score"--
I had a crap gin tonic it wounded me
Send my way off on one
Send my way off on one, two,
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