The War of the Wild Goose

By L. J. Furman

The Powerkeg was silent, no one made a sound.

The Mujahadeen was on the scene, the Crusaders were in town.

They all squared off for battle, battle they could only lose,

The war of good and evil, the war of the Wild Goose.

And It’s Butcher of Baghdad or bust

We’ll hang freedom if we must

We’ll hang freedom on the noose

Of the war of the Wild Goose

Man's Law is beneath me and I can do no wrong

If you're not with me you're against me as I sing God's song

I must lead my Crusade He tried to kill my dad

A trillion bucks, it ain't so much He tried to kill my dad

And It’s Butcher of Baghdad or bust

We’ll hang freedom if we must

We’ll hang freedom on the noose

Of the war of the Wild Goose

I fooled 'em for a long time With tales of guns and terror

Ignored the threats and placed my bets error after error.

I fooled 'em for a long time and some are still confused

Others call to banish from high office for power much abused.

And It’s Butcher of Baghdad or bust

We’ll hang freedom if we must

We’ll hang freedom on the noose

Of the war of the Wild Goose

Scowling Richard Faint-Heart and Condi Rice the Fool

Lead Squinting George The Yale Man with Ice Cold Rove The Jewel.

They must be put to pasture. They must leave the stage.

We’ll pay the debt with some regret, and write another page.

And It’s Butcher of Baghdad or bust

We’ll hang freedom if we must

We’ll hang freedom on the noose

Of the war of the Wild Goose