You can blow up in markets
You can blow in cafes
There are so many places to blow up nowadays
Behead that infidel
Go ahead, be a man
Then we’ll drive around with machine guns
In the back of a van
We’ve got firepower packed
All the way to wazoo
And agents in Cairo and Kalamazoo
We get to use rockets; knives, guns and rocks
While the rest of the world observe us in shocks
But they won’t do much, they’re too busy to care
About all the mayhem that we sow over there
Oh, sometimes they’ll get on condemny and stuff
Don’t worry ‘bout that, it’s just words and just fluff
The things that most matter, are the things they won’t do
Unless of course, your name ends with Jew
Now remember your mission:
Your mission is peace
Your goal is to spread it ‘cross the whole middles east
And even beyond!
Why, there will be no end
To the fiery peace that your wrath will descend
It will be a utopia
(at least for the men)
Women and gays,
Who cares about them?
Your future is bright
And the pathway is clear
So go up to that bus
And blow up it, my dear
And if this world’s not enough
There is more! Don’t go! Wait!
How ‘bout 72 virgins served up on a plate?
‘Cause that too, my friend
Can be yours today
For the cost of your life –
Is that too much to pay?