(instrumental intro)

I hear war planes a-hummin'
To bomb Iraq again.
My torturers had fun time;
I'm locked up in this pen.
I'm stuck in Iraq prison.
War crimes; head bags are on.
U.S. war planes keep on bombin'
Although Saddam has gone.

Damned torturers and rapists;
Apologists who spun
In service of the Bush Boy,
Who rules the world by gun.
Prison torture; what does he know?
How many here have died?
Since someone had blown the whistle,
The Bushies spun and lied.

Well, if they freed me from this prison,
And they'd let me speak my mind,
I'd bet there'd been more torture;
Iraqis maimed and blind.
And I'd tear down this damned prison;
Abu Ghiraib, nay!
I thank those who blew the whistle.
Bush, just go away!