WMD

I am a WMD
won't you come and play with me?
Since Saddam left there's been no-one,
And this whole isn't much fun.

Won't you please come and find me?

I think I'm going to cry,
my tears of nerve-gas fill the sky,
Can you see me now?
Of course you can't - you're dead.

I kill all my lovers, it's so unfair.
Time to self destruct. Goodbye.