I wait in a room like the ovens of hell.

Outside are some friends who will die if they tell.

The clouds in the sky were made by my son,

By burning the blood of our sand when our kingdom was stung.

Sit as close to me as you dare.

And I'll tell what I see while I crouch in my bunker and stare.

Bush said I'd kill the Kuwaiti Emir.

That I'd tried to kill his own daddy dear.

That Al Qaeda soldiers you ran out of Kabul

I pulled to my breast, did you think me a fool?.

Did you think that the prayer knives of the Taliban

Were duller than Alamo Bowies, slitting throats Mexican?

He said my regime was a gathering danger

That I'd have the bomb in less than a year

That we had dozens of long range missiles

And gasses and poisoned biological epistles

That the UN inspectors were clowns in a crowd

And that my smoking gun would include you in its mushroom cloud.

And the proof that I hid it was that I didn't show it.

And though they were lying they claim not to know it.

Like the politic handshake that sent men to fight

With American toxins in a double-crossed night

But they knew I'd remember the venomous bites

Of American bullets delivered from Iran's gunsights.

Now my dollars no longer invade Palestine

But the suicide bombers somehow still tow the line

Yes I murdered my in-laws and tortured my friends

And I gassed the Kurds who you never intended

To let rise to power over your oil-slick control,

Me and your cronies, we smell of the same rotten hole.

Well maybe you'll kill me, and maybe you'll not

And maybe you'll dig a democracy plot

Till then I'll wait with my guns and my gas

And I'll curse the Israelis and I'll sit on my ass

And I'll watch the scorpions cover themselves in the sand.

Were you thinking at all when you saw Rumsfeld shake my hand?