Birds of Amsterdam

In June two thousand and eleven
The United States learned Iranian president
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad was fucking around
With new centrifuges

Egyptian physicist Mohammad Wahwa El-Mashad
Was hired to produce the catalyzed uranium
I was tasked to shoot Mashad
While he was on vacation
To keep Iran from activating
Short-range nuclear weapons
To destroy Israel
I got some really bad intelligence
Shot an old male hotel maid
Who was just making the physicist's bed

And my evacuation team parked on the wrong street
I was arrested by the secret king's police
I got a fair dose of white torture which is supposed to
Completely erase your sense of self

I'm showing several signs of increasing mental instability
Talking to my wife would be... well
That would be awfully nice

You can't just go back to the US after
You target a guy on their behalf
And some genius parked me in Amsterdam

I've just been getting baked, just looking up at birds
Wondering why there aren't male hotel maids in other countries
You never see that, never see that
Never see that