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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required You’ve got to listen close now girls and boys Just between you and me, I have a tale It's all about money and human decoys Fast cars, decadence, and leaders for sale You see, about thirty years ago today Fifty men held as hostage in Iran Uncle Sam figured, we needed to play Needed our man to pitch it in the fan So, we hired a fellow who I won't name We knew he was crazy and a killer But hey, that was the whole point of our game Twas our future ticket at the tiller We gave him weapons and a lot of cash He attacked those hostage takers for us A sovereign state he gave a big bash Then he gave us our ticket for the bus We rode on the big white horse with a gun It had all been planned for years, from first base Our man went back home and we stayed for fun We moved in and set up shop just in case He remained the curse of that rich region But, we were the kings of the neighborhood He would be bad and we sent a legion Baby, what a ticket, our man was good Trouble is, some locals figured it out They had to do something very drastic Crusaders they knew they couldn’t have about They sent some planes, explosions fantastic But Uncle Sam said, not a real big deal They just provided us with a ticket Afghanistan, give terrorist a feel We moved in with a charge, just like Picket Then, when our man was of no use to us We told the world that he was really mad Gonna build nasty weapons, cause a fuss We punched our own ticket and he was had Now here we are all at war, to be free Hey, so what if a few innocents died The dividends are worth much more, you see We earned rolls of tickets after we lied You’re wondering what this is all about For you and me, Uncle Sam will serve us Let’s hope the sleeping sheep never find out And pray we don’t lose control of this bus
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