I thought the Iraqis needed a voice and that the American people needed to empathize with their plight.
Lyrics
[Em] You can across [G] the desert sands [Am] in your airplane.
[Em] Dropping bombs [G] everywhere.
[Am] it was quite [Em] insane.
(Repeat the chord sequence for each verse and chorus.)
Chorus
My land will be free when you�re all gone.
My tears will dry when you�re back home.
You came here to bring me your brand of democaracy.
But why can't you see your own hipocracy.
You never came here to free me.
You came for black gold.
To the victor go the spoils like in the days of old.
You and I, we are the same, two brothers beneath the skin.
But what you�re doing here todayis just a mortal sin.
Last Chorus
My land will be free when you�re all gone.
My tears will dry when you�re back home.
My tears will dry when you safe in your home.
