Krigstrumman slog i Persiska viken. Lars skrev text och sjöng.
With his mind set on rockets
and strategic victories
– There’s no chance, he’ll raise his hands
to help build fire-sockets
for fighting enimies
Oil-sources in the Middle-East
fill money in my yearning purse
The price is freeing a savage beast
to take part in Arabia’s curse
When I heard my first crevade
a question struck me with the sound
What is it for this misplaced war?
Allied forces on crusade
Closer to peace with every round
Muslim troops on plunder-raid
The history returns and fades
Once palmtrees grew in this fertile soil
People getting tans on beaches
Home was near – nothing to fear
Now seabirds dwell in motor-oil
To horizon waste-land reaches
Uncle Sam is here – there’s nothing to fear
Allied forces on crusade
Closer to peace with every tear