'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the region,
Not a creature was stirring,
but Iran’s foreign legion;
The rockets they placed
throughout Syria with care,
In hopes that the Quds Force
soon would be there;
when all through the region,
Not a creature was stirring,
but Iran’s foreign legion;
The rockets they placed
throughout Syria with care,
In hopes that the Quds Force
soon would be there;
Lebanon’s broke.
Hezbollah is winning.
And as Iran knows,
this is just the beginning;
The weapons are nestled
all snug in their places,
While visions of war
put grins on their faces;
Russia won’t help.
Putin spreads more confusion.
But one thing we got wrong
was GPS fusion;
Hezbollah is winning.
And as Iran knows,
this is just the beginning;
The weapons are nestled
all snug in their places,
While visions of war
put grins on their faces;
Russia won’t help.
Putin spreads more confusion.
But one thing we got wrong
was GPS fusion;
With all eyes on China,
a new conflict is brewing.
But that all ignores
What Khamenei is doing;
American looks hobbled
From the Afghan withdrawal.
The regime is now prepping
for a regional brawl;
a new conflict is brewing.
But that all ignores
What Khamenei is doing;
American looks hobbled
From the Afghan withdrawal.
The regime is now prepping
for a regional brawl;
Then who to my wondering
eyes should appear,
But Esmael Ghani
from the Republic of Fear.
With his IRGC guards,
so lively and quick,
I knew at that moment
he must be that prick;
eyes should appear,
But Esmael Ghani
from the Republic of Fear.
With his IRGC guards,
so lively and quick,
I knew at that moment
he must be that prick;
He was dressed all in olive,
from his head to his foot,
His clothes were all covered
with ashes and soot;
A bundle of weapons
he brings in his sack,
He’s a peddler of death,
and remorse he does lack;
from his head to his foot,
His clothes were all covered
with ashes and soot;
A bundle of weapons
he brings in his sack,
He’s a peddler of death,
and remorse he does lack;
His mind isn’t as sharp
as Qassem the great,
who was felled by a drone
on that January date;
But the fight, it continues.
And Ghani’s the man.
There’s a war to fight.
It’s all part of the plan;
as Qassem the great,
who was felled by a drone
on that January date;
But the fight, it continues.
And Ghani’s the man.
There’s a war to fight.
It’s all part of the plan;
To fight for the axis,
one by one they all came.
He whistled, and shouted,
and called them by name;
Now, Hezbollah! Now, Hamas!
Now, Shiite militias!
Those Mahan air routes
are so damn suspicious!
one by one they all came.
He whistled, and shouted,
and called them by name;
Now, Hezbollah! Now, Hamas!
Now, Shiite militias!
Those Mahan air routes
are so damn suspicious!
To the border with Israel! Through tunnels we’ll crawl!
We can also hit Saudi!
Bombs away all!
The refugees shiver
amidst new-fallen snow,
The Levantine land bridge,
it continues to grow;
We can also hit Saudi!
Bombs away all!
The refugees shiver
amidst new-fallen snow,
The Levantine land bridge,
it continues to grow;
The regime has a plan.
It’s as clear as can be:
Build precision munitions.
But there’s nothing to see;
They’re all underground.
They’re all out of sight.
The smuggling continues
on this dark winter’s night;
It’s as clear as can be:
Build precision munitions.
But there’s nothing to see;
They’re all underground.
They’re all out of sight.
The smuggling continues
on this dark winter’s night;
Now the nuke talks continue.
The time’s getting tight.
Iran knows the game:
A bomb is in sight.
The centrifuges spin
without inspections that snap.
While the U.N. settles in
for a long winter's nap.
The time’s getting tight.
Iran knows the game:
A bomb is in sight.
The centrifuges spin
without inspections that snap.
While the U.N. settles in
for a long winter's nap.
But it’s Christmas tomorrow.
No one will talk of this plight.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,
AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
No one will talk of this plight.
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL,
AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
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