Constantly waiting for someone to pick up the telephone
Desperately watching movies of a rollercoaster out of control
There's something in this
There's something in this
I can feel it in my bones
You're just a witness
You're just a witness
So please take me home
How did, how did, you know
I've been a Baghdad Boy before
How did, how did, you know
I've been a Baghdad Boy before
Ooo ooh oooh ohh
Best we get whipped up and come across some make up and settle some stuff
Such tightness and soft spots this hard to find lighter mine just hard
Fresh with my mother
Fresh with my brother
Tell her I've fucked up
You're just a victim
Oh what a victim
Down in the mud
How did, how did, you know
I've been a Baghdad Boy before
How did, how did, you know
I've been a Baghdad Boy before
How did, how did, you know
How did, how did, you know
How did you know
I've been a Baghdad Boy before
How did you know
I've been a Baghdad Boy before
Baghdad, Baghdad, Baghdad, Baghdad, Baghdad
Baghdad, Baghdad, Baghdad, Baghdad, Baghdad
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