A WAR sing-along:
(to the tune of Mr. Tambourine Man)
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Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
It's so easy and we know the place you're goin' to.
Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
As our Bombs stop fallin' Mar-ines will come hunting you.
Though we know that Opium's empire
has returned into sand,
Vanished from your land,
Left addicts elsewhere to stand,
but still not sleeping.
Through centuries of addiction,
your tribes have profited,
yet your country lies in waste.
And the ancient empty street’s
too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
It's so easy and we know the place you're goin' to.
Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
As our Bombs stop fallin' Mar-ines will come hunting you.
Ancient trade routes, east and west
brought profits to you land,
a life style that was grand,
and power in your hand.
And envy from your kind,
But left only your future
to be questioning.
The World has turned for centuries,
you missed your chance to ride
you must now run and hide.
Cast your guns upon the sand,
and hurry to go spelunking.
Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
It's so easy and we know the place you're goin' to.
Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
As our Bombs stop fallin' Mar-ines will come hunting you.
There’s Oil to the north of you
and harbors to your south,
but you live from hand to mouth.
You could trap this treasure chest
and return to trading
like your ancestors did.
And build a modern nation
with equality for all,
and even a shopping mall
to keep your people busy.
Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
It's so easy and we know the place you're goin' to.
Hey! Mr. Taliban Man, won't you die for me.
As our Bombs stop fallin' Mar-ines will come hunting you. |
