Don’t worry, I have conservative family. I can assure you that the talking point of “We’ve already sent enough to Ukraine” has already established itself.

Insha’Allah, I shall see you when the dates are on the trees

Insha’Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti

I shall see you if He wills it and, Insha’Allah, He brings us peace

If He wills it, Insha’Allah

Insha’Allah, I shall see you when the fighting finally ceases

Insha’Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti

I shall see you if He wills it and, Insha’Allah, we are made free

And peace upon him be

If He wills it, Insha’Allah

How I long to make the trek back home across the arid desert to my son

For now he must be old enough to ride and read and fire the British gun

But will he know his father when he sees in me the things that I have done?

Insha’Allah, I shall see you when from service we’re released

Insha’Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti

I shall see you if He wills it and when the Turk, he tastes defeat

If He wills it, Insha’Allah

I could help you carry water and to start an honest business we could run

I could worry about the olives as I worked the presses, healthy in the sun

But then who would fight the Ottoman and win the freedom Lawrence says will come?

Insha’Allah, I shall see you when dates are on the trees

Insha’Allah, till then only in my dreams, habibti

I shall see you if He wills it

Till then our desert ponies leap

And peace upon him be

If He wills it, Insha’Allah

Whoa, thought it was a nightmare

Lord, it’s all so true

They told me, don’t go walking slow

The devil’s on the loose

Better run through the jungle

Better run through the jungle

Better run through the jungle

Whoa, don’t look back to see

Thought I heard a rumblin’

Calling to my name

Two hundred million guns are loaded

Satan cries, “Take aim”

Better run through the jungle

Better run through the jungle

Better run through the jungle

Whoa, don’t look back to see

Over on the mountain, thunder magic spoke

Let the people know my wisdom

Fill the land with smoke

Better run through the jungle

Better run through the jungle

Better run through the jungle

Whoa, don’t look back to see

Qu’est-ce que c’est?

Pinned down, can’t stop the ringing in my ears
And now my eyes sealed shut with blood
Burning lungs with a gasp for air
Black smoke and scarlet mud

“Up the hill, boys, up the hill!”
The captain shouts the order
“Up the hill, boys, up the hill!”
Like lambs into the slaughter

I’ll write and let you know
When the boys are coming home
I’ll write you should I see the morning light
Through these iron sights

I was strapped in the cabin of a Cobra King
When we circled on Bastogne
Screaming hell from a 43
Drew bloodstains through the snow

“Up the hill, boys, up the hill!”
The captain shouts another
“Up the hill, boys, up the hill!”
They’re screamin’ for their mothers

I’ll write and let you know
When the boys are coming home
I’ll write you should I see the morning light
Through these iron sights