A War With No Aim

(With apologies to the group America.)

In the first year of the conflict
I was cleaning up after Ba'aths
There were whips and chains and cuffs and cells
There were bones and blood and smells
The first pawn I played was a spy and a crook
Who sold lies for our cash
The voters dropped him after one look
So my choice had been too rash

I've fought in the desert in a war with no aim
It felt good to look tough on TV
In a battle it's all a black and white game
'Cause only traitors will have doubts about me.
La, la ...

After two years of the desert fight
Imbeds began to ask why
After three years in the desert light
Empty glare was too much for their eye
And the spin that we made of a threat that we'd stayed
Began to look ever too sly

I've fought in the desert in a war with no aim
It felt good to look tough on TV
In a battle it's all a black and white game
'Cause only traitors will have doubts about me.
La, la ...

After six years the next Prez let it go
'Cause the status returned to quo
There were whips and chains and cuffs and cells
There were bones and blood and smells
Elections are a cover just to silence the land
So none but the victims will know
Behind the ballots are a torturer's hand
While the oil continues to flow

I've fought in the desert in a war with no aim
It felt good to look tough on TV
In a battle it's all a black and white game
'Cause only traitors will have doubts about me.
La, la ...