oh what fun to hold a gun
how insane to steer a plane
what a riot to be a pilot
what a joy to destroy
what is our target for today the eiffel tower
will it be the pope himself to feel the muslim’s power
let’s fly straight into the gate of brandenburg my brothers
kill as many infidels we can and fuck their mothers
heading for big ben would also be a good idea
serves them right for eating pork and drinking all this beer
oh what fun to shoot and run
what a lark to light a spark
on the road to explode
the victims wait for our hate
countdown for the western world is running three two zero
paradise is twice as nice if one enters it as hero
all the pretty chicks will dance around us day and night
but first we’ll bomb some embassies comrades what a sight
and then we’ll drive an airbus for a modest modest fee
right into the forehead of the statue of liberty
i was born the third of eight in one-nine-seven-five
onto a heap of garbage just outside of cairo
always going hungry staring at the tourists
hating them like crazy
swearing i would get them and kill them
for their dollars
and their champagne
and their tv’s
and their golf clubs
and their young whores
and their big cars
and their mansions
kill them
kill them
oh what fun when all is done
when they are dead
and i am dead
and i am dead