They strap themselves in cars that are then wired up to blow.
They drive up real close, and then let go.
He says there's been progress, but we know he's a liar.
It's come to this: a quagmire.

Ill-fated fight--we're in there alone.
The far right someday for this fiasco'll have to atone.
He says we're winning, but we know he's a liar.
It's come to this: a quagmire.

Iraq had a hold on Bush, right from the start.
Dipsh*t's brain's slight; the country is torn apart.
He keeps pumpin' in money; he's a fool.
Well, the cities they burn, as do big oil pools.

Well, home we go? Oh, not just yet! Samarra's on fire.
The coalition splits; they say their time has expired.
His words say it's fine, but his words lie.
He's got us in a quagmire.

'Raqmire,
This is a quagmire.
Burning up with fire.
Bush et al screwing us--liars.
Increasing ire.
Both a quagmire and a pyre.
Take us home?