Looking For Love (while) In(vading) The Muslim World

Drink up, drink up.
It's the only thing I can think of.
To not go out and make love to someone I don't know.

After all, it's just a heart
I've been taking apart.
When rhyming is so hard,
There's no rhyming in this life in art.
No rhymes in this life of art.

Don't look back, look back.
'No, no, no, it's not that bad.
Still don't look back.'

After all, it's just the past,
Haunting me like a gas mask
I wore with you in Iraq.
You smiled at me and I smiled back.
Hammurabi was killed in missile blast.
And a truck bomb was a wedding crashed.
And I kissed you and you squeezed my ass.

After all, these are just words
That nobody has ever heard.
So nobody is getting hurt.