There is a place in the east, rugged and far
Not a good place to ride in a car
Unless then of course you're look'in to die
A steel plate up your ass, and into the sky
The people are friendly if you compare them to snakes
The venom of war, quite a toll takes
Hardened by floors made out of dirt
No way to escape the pain and the hurt
Now there we are, now there we've been
Unleashing our debt and committing our sin
The people aren't like us and never will be
Why don't we know it, why can't we see?
Our sons and our daughters we send to a place
To run with the devil, to run at his pace
Osama is dead and sunk out at sea
So should our war in Afghanistan be
There is a place in the east, mean and real hard
We came with it burning and we'll leave when it's charred
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