Old Soldier
11-21-2001, 06:39 AM
Sung to the tune of "Dashing Through the Snow," this will surely offend some people. The rest of us will appreciate the intended humor laugh anyway.
Empty Brass
By Christopher S. Horne <mailto:Skyfurrow@aol.com>
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 *******’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 *******’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!
:eek: :eek: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :D :D :D :D :D
Empty Brass
By Christopher S. Horne <mailto:Skyfurrow@aol.com>
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 *******’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 *******’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!
:eek: :eek: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :D :D :D :D :D