Friendly Fire Poem by Mark Nichols

Yo! This is the white house mix
So come on up and get your fix

Back from K.P.
We were just chillin' ‘til duty
Took his back
Pulled the slack
While Scud went lookin' for some booty
Saw a Sari Girl
This is the third world
He got adrenaline
He got his glory in the end
Yo

We're so sad
We're so sad
we're so sorry
we're so sorry
Not a lot
we can say
'Friendly fire'
that's the story
Black smoke
Stop! Stop!
Couldn't see
burning tires
Scud got pop-popped
It was not
our desire
Ire

We had the hummer doing muckus
It was ruckus
We were shootin' at the Sheikhs
And they were shootin' back at us
We got the order not to shoot
And to dispatch
With the chemical suits

Scud was preachin' to the choir
When a round of friendly fire
Came across the dune
It was from our own platoon

The Chaplan got us all to pray
And Scud told us what to say

He didn't mind
he didn't mind it that way
He didn't mind
he didn't mind it that way

We're so sad
We're so sad
we're so sorry
we're so sorry
Not a lot
we can say
'Friendly fire'
that's the story
Black smoke
Stop! Stop!
Couldn't see
burning tires
Scud got pop-popped
It was not
our desire
Ire