Bongs Over Baghdad Songtext
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How did it feel when you crossed that Missouri line
I've done it a few times.
Well, it wasn't all that great but the sky looked nice,
So I sat on that plane and pretended everyting was alright.
So we may call you the Rooster cause you ain't gonna die,
But I'll be damned to believed you ain't gonna let the bullets fly
Across the sands of time, across the desert skyline
Into the broken past that's not surrendered at your side.
I've done it a few times.
Well, it wasn't all that great but the sky looked nice,
So I sat on that plane and pretended everyting was alright.
So we may call you the Rooster cause you ain't gonna die,
But I'll be damned to believed you ain't gonna let the bullets fly
Across the sands of time, across the desert skyline
Into the broken past that's not surrendered at your side.
This song goes out to anybody fighting.
To those that understand the sacred art of dying.
So if you deactivate a bomb and save a life or two.
I'll activate this bong up and save it here just for you.
How did it feel when you crossed that Florida line
I've done it a few times.
Well, it felt great and the sky looked nice,
So I sat on that beach and felt like everything was alright.
Well, beauties a bitch and she's best friends with change
And the world keeps on spinning, nothing ever stays the same,
It's like you fight your whole life just to make a name,
And then go by something else.
This song goes out to anybody fighting.
To those that understand the sacred art of dying.
So if you deactivate a bomb and save a life or two
I'll activate this bong up and save it here just for you.
I need a screen, some tape, and a light,
I need a way for someone to hold me tight,
I need a bottle, foil, and a knife,
I need some hands so I can sleep at night,
I need a tube that can stretch across the ocean,
I need someone to understand this notion
I need some green, a grinder, and a flame
I need everyone to remember where we came
And if your eyes are red, if your eyes are red...
I need a voice something to make me sing.
I need to feel Texas soil beneath my feet.
I need a God that can save my soul.
I need a way that I can just go home.
And if your eyes are red you can just say that your high.
Then noone will ever suspect
There's really tears falling from your eyes.
And if your eyes are red you can just say that your high.
Then noone will ever suspect
There's really tears falling from your eyes.
To those that understand the sacred art of dying.
So if you deactivate a bomb and save a life or two.
I'll activate this bong up and save it here just for you.
How did it feel when you crossed that Florida line
I've done it a few times.
Well, it felt great and the sky looked nice,
So I sat on that beach and felt like everything was alright.
Well, beauties a bitch and she's best friends with change
And the world keeps on spinning, nothing ever stays the same,
It's like you fight your whole life just to make a name,
And then go by something else.
This song goes out to anybody fighting.
To those that understand the sacred art of dying.
So if you deactivate a bomb and save a life or two
I'll activate this bong up and save it here just for you.
I need a screen, some tape, and a light,
I need a way for someone to hold me tight,
I need a bottle, foil, and a knife,
I need some hands so I can sleep at night,
I need a tube that can stretch across the ocean,
I need someone to understand this notion
I need some green, a grinder, and a flame
I need everyone to remember where we came
And if your eyes are red, if your eyes are red...
I need a voice something to make me sing.
I need to feel Texas soil beneath my feet.
I need a God that can save my soul.
I need a way that I can just go home.
And if your eyes are red you can just say that your high.
Then noone will ever suspect
There's really tears falling from your eyes.
And if your eyes are red you can just say that your high.
Then noone will ever suspect
There's really tears falling from your eyes.
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