The Counterterrorist’s Lament

I put a warhead/ on a forehead/ in Pakistan

But the cargo bombs await me, from San’aa

Thanks to my snitch/ I place a GPS fix/ on my border-crossing Hellfiyaaaaah

If Pakistan is central/ then I come across as mental/ for my endless Afghan campaign

But refocusing on Yemen/ turns the amps up to eleven/ on a dirge when all I want is a refrain

I see them getting weaker/ but Weaker isn’t Finished / Remember when I was gonna change the game?

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