Iraqi Vice Songtext
von The Ratchets

Every frequency′s jammed with satellite smut
And all the sex shops guard with Kalashnikovs
On a bus ride to new Baghdad
There's a dingy room with a prostitute there
She says, "Welcome to the new Iraqi vice"
She says
"For your pleasure convenience for a price, Just lie down inside"
Freedom pills are hawked in the kiosk lines
And the Bib-i-Sharji market′s now skin subsidized
The vice laws are off the books
So Islamic vigilantes torch a liquor store
They say, "Welcome to the new Iraqi vice" They say
"Why don't you join in our new insurgent fight
So we don't feel so alone"
The westerner′s outed the old regime
It′s not just the peddlers who are wild-eyed and free
In the back row of a post-war meet
Someone pops the question where is this all headed
He says, "Welcome to the new Iraqi vice"
He says
"Now it's the people′s chance to finally decide
We've got to get it together"