Incendiary night.
Hide deep within your bunker gray.
Peek out on a stunning day,
With eyes that show the madness in your soul.
Those shadows on the hills
Are Green Berets and Navy SEALs,
Who know not fear and have the skills
To flush you from your deepest hidey-hole.

Didn't you understand? The message was for you to see:
You must stop all this insanity.
Your people would and should be free.
You would not listen, you did not know how.
Perhaps you'll listen now.

Incendiary night.
Flaming flares that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds of napalm haze,
Reflect in Saddam's eyes of bloodshot brown.
Flagstaffs changing hue, freedom flags - red, white, and blue,
Held high aloft by Iraqi's who
At last have shed the thumb that held them down.

Do you understand? The message is for you to see:
You must pay for your insanity.
Your people can and will be free.
You have not listened, you do not know how.
Perhaps you'll listen now.

Yes, the whole world hates you,
For the brutal things you do.
And when no hope is left in sight
On some incendiary night,
Will you take your life, as tyrants often do?
Everyone tried to tell you, Saddam,
This world was never meant for one
As maniacal as you.

Incendiary night.
Those who died in torture cells,
Cry out to us from private hells,
And cheer each wave of allied force attack.
And the terrorists you back,
Those savage men in helpless rage,
See history has turned a page,
No more will they find haven in Iraq.

Do you have a clue? Have you opened up your eyes to see?
You could stop all this insanity.
You refused to set them free.
You have not listened. You're not listening still...
Perhaps you never will.