Crucifucks Lights Over Baghdad Lyrics

I saw the lights over baghdad
They said it was some kind of storm on my tv
I've never seen a storm that looked like that in the sky
Seems more like cowards dropping bombs to me
They never showed you all the suffering there
Tens of thousands children and their mothers mutilated there

About this time there was a noise being heard
Folks from oklahoma cheering for the absurd
This kind of hate will go full circle some day
I can't believe they lost a civil war to them anyway
They put their babies in the greatest kind of danger there
Stupidity results in graves almost everywhere

Sometimes my race can start to get real old
But revenge is so much sweeter on a plate served cold
Let me make this clear : they've killed beloved friends of mine
Sometimes the end justifies the means
You know that hatred is a two way street
Your sons and daughters butchered beloved friends of mine

Now what about this oklahoma bombing
People down there think they should be exempt from this kind of thing
Were they not cheering when their boys butchered human beings?
Did not the DEA put war down my bathroom drain?
(?) families try to make a dime down in colombia
(?)
Though i walk through the valley of death
How i've prayed for my very last breath
So many have placed their bombs in beloved friends of mine
Sometimes the end justifies the means
Your phony grieving doesn't mean a thing
The day your babies are mangled to bits
Is a holiday of mine

These colors don't run it's often been said
They put a daycare center in a fed building instead
What kinda coward keeps a hostage like that?
The DEA rolls out the (?)
It reminds me of the movies i've seen
Where the scumbag grabs a hostage i think you know what i mean

Sometimes my race can start to get real old
But revenge is so much sweeter on a plate served cold
Let me make this clear : they've killed beloved friends of mine
Sometimes the end justifies the means
You know that hatred is a two way street
Your sons and daughters killed beloved friends of mine
Though i walk through the valley of death
How i've prayed for my very last breath
Your god has put a wrench in some of mine
I saw the lights over baghdad
They said it was some kind of storm on my tv I've never seen a storm that looked like that in the sky
Seems more like cowards dropping bombs to me
They never showed you all the suffering there
Tens of thousands children and their mothers mutilated there
About this time there was a noise being heard
Folks from oklahoma cheering for the absurd
This kind of hate will go full circle some day
I can't believe they lost a civil war to them anyway
They put their babies in the greatest kind of danger there
Stupidity results in graves almost everywhere

Sometimes my race can start to get real old
But revenge is so much sweeter on a plate served cold
Let me make this clear : they've killed beloved friends of mine
Sometimes the end justifies the means
You know that hatred is a two way street
Your sons and daughters butchered beloved friends of mine

Now what about this oklahoma bombing
People down there think they should be exempt from this kind of thing
Were they not cheering when their boys butchered human beings?
Did not the DEA put war down my bathroom drain?
(?) families try to make a dime down in colombia
(?)

Though i walk through the valley of death
How i've prayed for my very last breath
So many have placed their bombs in beloved friends of mine
Sometimes the end justifies the means
Your phony grieving doesn't mean a thing
The day your babies are mangled to bits
Is a holiday of mine
These colors don't run it's often been said
They put a daycare center in a fed building instead
What kinda coward keeps a hostage like that?
The DEA rolls out the (?)
It reminds me of the movies i've seen
Where the scumbag grabs a hostage i think you know what i mean

Sometimes my race can start to get real old
But revenge is so much sweeter on a plate served cold
Let me make this clear : they've killed beloved friends of mine
Sometimes the end justifies the means
You know that hatred is a two way street
Your sons and daughters killed beloved friends of mine
Though i walk through the valley of death
How i've prayed for my very last breath
Your god has put a wrench in some of mine
Sometimes the end justifies the means
Your phony grieving doesn't mean a thing
The day your babies are mangled to bits
Is a holiday of mine