Now Zad
Its called Now Zad
Might as well be Stallingrad
With the bombed out houses
And the windows caved in
All we do is sand bag all day
And with this cease fire
The taleban just stay away
Why dont we just stay away
The people have deserted
Like rats from a sinking ship
How i miss Scotland with its sweet fresh smell
All i smell in Afghanistan in the rotten stench of hell
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