The mother waits for another day,
Maybe my son will be home.
I won't be be here but he will know that I love him so.
The mother gets a phone call,
It's far too late to be Beth.
She picks up the reciever and things become clearer.
She can already smell the death.

Oh mom, oh mom, are you there?
It's your son. I'm calling you from Bagdhad.
I'm sorry mom but they killed dad.
Those damn Arabs are gunna pay.

Oh son, oh son, where are you son?
I don't want you playing with guns.
I hear they're pulling you out soon.
I love you son, I do.

Oh mom, poor mom, I'm going nowhere.
No one is leaving soon.
The President said you can go home,
You did what needed to be done.

The President's a liar, mom.
His agenda is higher than I've ever seen.
Do you not understand what I've said mom?
I've been stationed in Al Assad.

What's Al Assad? It sounds pretty bad.
Come on son, I'm getting mad.
If it sounds bad mom, it's because it is.
It's one of only four.

Four of what? I need to know,
When are you coming home?
I'm sorry mom, it's a permanent base.
I'm never coming home alive.
Yeah, I'm never coming home alive.
All the President does is lie.
I wish that man would die.
Every night I pray and I cry.
Every day I wonder why.