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More Iraqis, see you in my sleep. More Iraqis, you're piled in a heap. More Iraqis – I don't believe this. It can't be true – What fool would do these things to you? Rummy? More Iraqis, say it wasn't me. More Iraqis, no way would it be More Iraqis – Why couldn't Wolfowitz foresee Leftover animosity? Somehow? More Iraqis, so hostile. More Iraqis, he's on trial. More Iraqis, crack a smile for me. More Iraqis, make my day. More Iraqis, yea, yea, yea. More Iraqis, stay the course with me. We need your oil, so please don't fight. Halliburton says, they'll treat you right. More Iraqis would rather die Than be ruled by Chalibi. More Iraqis want me to say, we'll go away, That Richard Perle was wrong, Okay. But as for pulling out, too late. Wait until two thousand eight, Then you'll see What the hell they'll do to me Now that you're the death of me, You, you damn Iraqis.
Music & Original Lyric by Roy Orbison & Bill Dees |