I got a message from Baghdad
Said that he was doing okay
Said that he could take, good care of himself
Such as rushing to the
Always tootin’ at women
I never heard from him again
Mmmm
With just a whisper of suspicion
He steps out on to the crowded road
Makes his way, through the puddles and the people
Got to meet some body, got to start car and
He never felt more alive
Now there ain't no reason, ain't to rhyme
Just in the wrong place, at the wrong time
Gotta be crazy, crazy, to walk these streets in a free fire zone
Now there’s no going home
Such a perfect little angel
Delivers death behind the wheel
Offers spells to God and families
And with a young heart pounding
She hits a button
And blasts off to paradise
Ohhhh
I got a message from Baghdad
I got a message from Baghdad
Ohhh
Got a message from Baghdad
Mmmmm
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