Oh my teeth all break
and my hands do shake
as my eyes slowly wake
focusing on a portrait of Saddam's face
erased
how did I end up in Guantanamo
waterboards and electroshock treatments on my balls
GI's with clipboards are circling
how did I get here
I guess I'll have to tell you
it was the day before the bombs
I couldn't believe it
I didn't think they'd drop them on the Baghdad museum
shock and awe my ass
it was just a looter's bonanza
I was the curator with a gun but it did no good
The Shiites took everything
and left nothing for the Americans
they took it all
from Darius II on down to clay tablets
they tried to find it
but I wouldn't give it up
I wouldn't tell them where I hid it
oh no no no
OK it's true I took it for myself
and so I hid it for months
and then those bombs came whizzing through my walls
I took the petrified apple of Eden
and I put it in my snakeskin pouch
and gave a ten year old fig to you GI
Then I asked you
well how do you like them apples
temptation - there's no god just a gun
you're too late you've made a mistake
a very grave mistake
seems you really like to torture me
well I've got nothing can't you see
since you ask I did sell it yes
I did I did
who would buy it who would eat it
Takes a bite tells you to beat me
there's no sex in this temptation
but you've got a stiff...vocation
the bible doesn't say
anything about the USA



Lyrics submitted by joelm

Iraqi Curator song meanings
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