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I Won't Be Home For ChristmasDon't set a place for meHave my share of good times thereWhile I'm 'cross the seaIf you should pray at midnightPray for my soul to keepI'd dream of you on ChristmasBut I'm afraid to fall asleepSpoken:You know, if I was home, I'd have the love of a good woman.And who needs that when you've got the adoration of a grateful Iraqi people?I'd be with my little baby daughter.But her mom told her not to talk to strangers.I'd be with all the people I love:My recruiter, he drives a Hummer, tooMy Senator, he's got a son my age he just bailed out of a D.U.ICause Freedom isn't FreeAnd my momI can see her answering the doorAnd the guy says, "Ma'am, I'm happy to report we saved your tax cut,Here's a thousand dollars and a shoebox with your boy in it."SongtexteNo, I'm glad to be hereDefeating Osama bin LadenOsama bin Laden -- He was the guy who ...Oh, never mindSo this one goes out to all those balding billionairesIn that Neocon think tank who love meThank God they never served in the militaryOr I wouldn't be here tonightAnd if I should dieAnd the Devil is standing there with his clipboardHe's gonna say, "You spent Christmas in Tikrit?I can't beat that, get the Hell outta here"I'd dream of you on ChristmasBut I'm afraid to fall asleep Aus Songtexte Mania