From Winston

Condo Leezza

Condoleezza, Condoleezza, men have named you
I’m so very happy that I wrote this song
Does it matter ’bout the soldiers, Condoleezza
Or the blurring of the lines ’tween right and wrong?

Do you like the smell of napalm, Condoleezza
Or is this your way to gain the trust of folk?
Many men have been brought to your compound
They just lie there
And they die there
Are we done, have we won, Condoleezza
Or we now go bomb Iran to ash and smoke?
Condoleezza, Condoleeeezza


From Winston, a Brit who lives in Belgium. These lyrics can be sung on the song Mona Lisa