The Yankee tanks rolled down on the main street
the soldiers' trucks fell in behind
I looked across and there I saw Abdul
Read al-Qaida stufff again
And there was an older woman -
His mother at doorway
From where I stood, I saw she was cryin'
And through her tears I heard her say

"Abdul, don't be a martyr, don't go blow up car bomb, oh, please"
"Abdul, don't be a martyr, come back, your mother don't tease"
"Saddam Hussein is gone, I don't want you be undone
Abdul, don't be a martyr, come back to me"

The partisans were trapped on a slum shack
The Yanks were at vicinity
The imam said "We've got to make a strike, boys"
"We have this car full TNT"
"I need a volunteer to do ride up"
"And blow the bomb at market square"
And Abdul's hand was up in a moment
Forgettin' all the mother's words

She said:
"Abdul, don't be a martyr, don't go blow up car bomb, oh, please"
"Abdul, don't be a martyr, come back, your mother don't tease"
"Saddam Hussein is gone, I don't want you be undone
Abdul, don't be a martyr, come back to me"

I heard his mother got a letter
That told how Abdul died that day
The letter said that he was a martyr
She should be proud he died that way
- I heard she threw that letter away...

(drum solo)

"Abdul, you god-awul martyr, why did you this to me?"
"Abdul, you god-awul marty, I have left now nobody!"
"Saddam Hussein was gone, and you were my only one"
"Abdul, you wasted your life for just the lost cause, my dear"