Over hill, over dale,
Leave behind a bloody trail,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
We get paid lots of loot,
And we’re not afraid to shoot,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
For it’s hi! hi! hee!
We’re as tough as we can be,
Scaring Iraq is so much fun — “Fire One!”
So the bullets fly,
And some more civilians die,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
Over months, over years,
We produce a lot of tears,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
We’re prepared for the worst,
So we open fire first,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
For it’s yip! yip! yo!
We’re forever on the go,
Shouting the words that we love most: “You’re toast!”
If they move, they’re sunk,
(And we’re hardly ever drunk)
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
Down the road, hit the gas,
We’ll just knock ‘em on their ass,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
Always fast on our feet —
Never mind the one-way street —
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
For it’s boom! boom! bang!
We’re a very special gang,
We don’t have time for wussy fools (“What rules?”)
We just do our job,
And destroy another mob,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
Winning hearts, winning minds,
Lock your doors and pull the blinds,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
We’re not here to be harmed,
So we travel fully armed,
As Blackwater goes rolling along.
For it’s zing! zing! zow!
We’re the future starting now,
Leave it to us to do what’s right (“Let’s fight!”)
It’s a nasty war,
But we’re always up for more,
As Blackwater goes rolling along,
As Blackwater goes rolling along!
Rick Horowitz is a nationally syndicated columnist. His e-mail address is rickhoro@execpc.com.
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