Cowdray's Old Mexican Eagle

Pack your pockets with dollar bills
 Fill your tank with refines from Cowdray's Old Mexican Eagle
 Stuff your nose with cheap cocaine
 'Cause dealing with the Russians needs your strong pumping vein
 They take the high roads, they wanna fuck Ukraine
 
 But I'm here for the business, not someone else's pain
 On the radio I heard them say
 That it's getting pretty hairy on
 The highways out of Donetsk these days
 Blasting through the blood and decay
 I'm running on fossils and bones of the not so recently claimed
 
 Putin and Merkel are fighting, whose bricks to lay
 But I'm just praising my luck that the roads here are still paved
 Oh, Europa your bloody rage when will it fade?
 Your money is as sweet as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day
 Oh, Europa your bloody rage, yeah it's me
 Mmm, mmm, mmm
 Out of the cold frozen hell rose a tall
 Dark stranger from the Royal Dutch Shell
 He laughed and he coughed and said, boy sure enough
 Hitler also said nothing runs the engine of
 A beetle better than Cowdray's Old M. Eagle
 Filled to the top the burning ruins soon reared out in the dark
 He said, hey friend are you up for a job?
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 Well despite our mutual hate here
 I am talking with this guy from the Islamic State
 He's yapping about hell 'n the state of my wicket ways
 That I should pay, convert and repent
 N' see how a fall from a building would eventually end
 I nodded and said
 Hey do you want your oil moved or turned into a sea of flames?
 Like two high school sweethearts, now we're riding into the sunset
 Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage when will it fade?
 Your money is as sweet as a cool breeze on a hot summer's day
 Oh, Mesopotamia your rage, yeah it's me
 Mmm, mmm, mmm
 
 Mmm, mmm, mmm
 Wash your face in dollar bills
 Fill your tank with refines from Cowdray's old Mexican Eagle
 In the dust of Bush and J.P
 Morgan Chase are now some juicy bones for all us scavengers to pick
 
 From the Urals in the North to the Baghdad cafes
 All the vultures flock around an all mighty feast
 Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage will never fade
 'Cause your money is as sweet as cool breeze on a hot summer's day
 Oh, Mesopotamia your bloody rage, yeah it's great
 Mmm, mmm, mmm