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?