Empty Brass

By Christopher S. Horne

Dashing o'er the dunes,
With a rifle in my hand,
O'er the hills I go,
Hunting Taliban.
I see one on a hill;
The air is clean and cold.
I throw the switch
To Rock 'n' Roll,
He's hit, and down he goes!

Chorus:

Oh,
Empty brass!
Empty brass!
Lying on the sand!
What fun to hunt these terrorists
In this God-Forsaken land!
Empty brass,
Empty brass,
Lying on the sand!
I must admit,
I'm lovin' it!
I'm hunting Taliban!

The magazine runs dry,
I whip another out.
I swap them on the fly,
And drop the first one out.
I'm closing on the caves
Where a psychopath resides.
I settle into
Stealth Mode now.
I'll skin the bastard's hide!

(Chorus)

I step into the cave,
Slip on my NVG's.
I hear a steady drip,
And feel a chilly breeze.
I sense my target here;
He's hiding in a trap.
His fear is caustic
In my nose.
He's caught just like a rat!

(Chorus)

I've called the bombers in
To take care of his friends.
I'm in position now,
The Game is at an end.
Osama's in my sights,
I'm zeroed on his head.
A trigger squeeze,
My gun recoils,
AND NOW THE BASTARD'S DEAD!

Oh,
Empty brass!
Empty brass!
Lying on the sand!
What fun to hunt these terrorists
In this God-Forsaken land!
Empty Brass!
Empty Brass!
Lying on the sand!
We represent
The hand of God
In Afghanistan!

LOL!  Can we get it as an MP3?

  Vulcan94