MR. SOS - The Desert lyrics

rate me

(SOS, SOS, this is Witchdoctor. Tell the captain to send a rescue chopper

My partner down, this desert ain't for me - Send a few bodybags)

Momma, I'm ready to come home, where I belong

Cause the desert is a warzone

Momma, I'm ready to sit at the table and eat

If I'm a die, I'd rather die in these dirty streets

My mentality is similar to a soldier's behavior

My brother did six months in a desert in Saudi Arabia

Nobody anticipated this war bein long-lastin

Too many soldiers get killed, they gon start draftin

In the streets, you need some loyalists on your team

And in the desert, you need a vest and an M16

In a war, you got the enemy tryin to pill you

But in the streets of Atlanta, you can get killed too

I feel you, bullets make you lay down like a mattress

Fuck a canteen, I'm a bite this cactus

I'm sweatin, ceiled mirage and water in a well

But I'm duckin from shrapnels and mortar shells

Run out a bank, surprised at dye-pack

Run out your foxhole, you can die in Iraq

Bush called the war and now the guns forever clappin

When I signed up for the Army, I didn't know this was gon happen

Than in the desert, dry lands

Holdin metal, dreadin Iran

Soldiers and generals are dyin fast

In the desert, you can hear them cry for momma

Back home they say to 'support the troops' but don't send em no armor

Like 'so long, goner.' talking to us like we're his young daughter

Like we don't know the difference between Saddam and Osama

One of em just can't be found

The other one they beat him once and they kicked him while he was down

Gah! I just don't believe this, please just, don't cry when you read this

But I feel like I'm much closer to Jesus

Than he is, and I don't agree with what they say

Killing people for peace like there isn't a better way

Ey! Isn't there, isn't there? They tell me not at all

They just a lotta talk, dropping bombs - Shock and Awe

But as long as we're strong we can all survive it

Praying for peace in the desert cause I'm tired of fighting