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I once had a war.
Or should I say
it once had me.

It showed me my doom.
I knew it could.
Iraq ain't good.

I joined in the Army.
Was told I'd get sent anywhere.
So I looked around
and said, "Not Iraq, any but there!"

I sat in a tank
biding my time
calling Bush slime.
We drove until two
and then I said
bomb, buddy's dead.

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Come home and find Bush still thinks
he's doing the work of the Lord.
It turns out he's slapped down
by last words of Gerald R. Ford!

And when I awoke
still I will groan
from war he's blown.
So he is a liar.
Impeach we should.
Iraq ain't good.

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