| Song | Waiting for the Fall |
| Artist | David Rovics |
| Album | Halliburton Boardroom Massacre |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Helicopter missiles launch | |
| The ground rumbles | |
| Apartment complex shakes | |
| Just before it crumbles | |
| Children scream and die | |
| Wrong time, wrong place | |
| A woman wears a shawl | |
| That covers the scar upon her face | |
| A boy looks through a pool of blood | |
| And prays to see the day | |
| When the armies of the infidels | |
| Will once more go away | |
| And everybody's just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| The lights go out again | |
| The city swelters in the heat | |
| A thousand ghosts are weeping | |
| Amid the pockmarked street | |
| No food in the markets | |
| You can't reap grain that you can't sow | |
| A no-man's land the Red Cross | |
| Doesn't dare to go | |
| A soldier shoots at everything | |
| Acting like the master race | |
| All the while wondering | |
| What he's doing in this place | |
| And everybody's just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| No gas in the gas tanks | |
| Lines a mile long | |
| A nation turned to rubble | |
| Where everything's gone wrong | |
| Death squads roam the alleys | |
| Looking for the eye | |
| Of anyone who dares to say | |
| A lie is just a lie | |
| The torturers are torturing | |
| In a prison cell | |
| Flushing Korans down the toilet | |
| Saying all praise be to Shell | |
| And everybody's just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| Humvee fires | |
| Someone fires back | |
| A sound that lets you know | |
| You're somewhere in Iraq | |
| Surgeons with no medicine | |
| Wonder what to do | |
| And ask how things might be | |
| If the outside world knew | |
| And in an ivory tower in Texas | |
| They're toasting the New Year | |
| Not knowing there's a country | |
| Far away from here | |
| And everybody's just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| Where everybody's just… |
| Helicopter missiles launch | |
| The ground rumbles | |
| Apartment complex shakes | |
| Just before it crumbles | |
| Children scream and die | |
| Wrong time, wrong place | |
| A woman wears a shawl | |
| That covers the scar upon her face | |
| A boy looks through a pool of blood | |
| And prays to see the day | |
| When the armies of the infidels | |
| Will once more go away | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| The lights go out again | |
| The city swelters in the heat | |
| A thousand ghosts are weeping | |
| Amid the pockmarked street | |
| No food in the markets | |
| You can' t reap grain that you can' t sow | |
| A noman' s land the Red Cross | |
| Doesn' t dare to go | |
| A soldier shoots at everything | |
| Acting like the master race | |
| All the while wondering | |
| What he' s doing in this place | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| No gas in the gas tanks | |
| Lines a mile long | |
| A nation turned to rubble | |
| Where everything' s gone wrong | |
| Death squads roam the alleys | |
| Looking for the eye | |
| Of anyone who dares to say | |
| A lie is just a lie | |
| The torturers are torturing | |
| In a prison cell | |
| Flushing Korans down the toilet | |
| Saying all praise be to Shell | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| Humvee fires | |
| Someone fires back | |
| A sound that lets you know | |
| You' re somewhere in Iraq | |
| Surgeons with no medicine | |
| Wonder what to do | |
| And ask how things might be | |
| If the outside world knew | |
| And in an ivory tower in Texas | |
| They' re toasting the New Year | |
| Not knowing there' s a country | |
| Far away from here | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| Where everybody' s just |
| Helicopter missiles launch | |
| The ground rumbles | |
| Apartment complex shakes | |
| Just before it crumbles | |
| Children scream and die | |
| Wrong time, wrong place | |
| A woman wears a shawl | |
| That covers the scar upon her face | |
| A boy looks through a pool of blood | |
| And prays to see the day | |
| When the armies of the infidels | |
| Will once more go away | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| The lights go out again | |
| The city swelters in the heat | |
| A thousand ghosts are weeping | |
| Amid the pockmarked street | |
| No food in the markets | |
| You can' t reap grain that you can' t sow | |
| A noman' s land the Red Cross | |
| Doesn' t dare to go | |
| A soldier shoots at everything | |
| Acting like the master race | |
| All the while wondering | |
| What he' s doing in this place | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| No gas in the gas tanks | |
| Lines a mile long | |
| A nation turned to rubble | |
| Where everything' s gone wrong | |
| Death squads roam the alleys | |
| Looking for the eye | |
| Of anyone who dares to say | |
| A lie is just a lie | |
| The torturers are torturing | |
| In a prison cell | |
| Flushing Korans down the toilet | |
| Saying all praise be to Shell | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| Humvee fires | |
| Someone fires back | |
| A sound that lets you know | |
| You' re somewhere in Iraq | |
| Surgeons with no medicine | |
| Wonder what to do | |
| And ask how things might be | |
| If the outside world knew | |
| And in an ivory tower in Texas | |
| They' re toasting the New Year | |
| Not knowing there' s a country | |
| Far away from here | |
| And everybody' s just | |
| Waiting for the fall | |
| Outside the Green Zone | |
| Through the machine gun turrets | |
| On the other side of the wall | |
| Where everybody' s just |