On a dark Afghan dirt road
Crud and dust in my hair
Acrid smell of gunpowder
Rising up through the air
In a cave on a mountain
I saw a flickering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to rest for the night
A guard stood in the doorway
Kalishnakov aimed at my head
He asked, "Are you Muslim? If not, I'll shoot your ass dead."
I said "Yes", and he gestured
As he showed me the way
There were voices from the darkness calling
I thought I heard them say:
Welcome to the hotel Tora Bora
Such an ugly place (such an ugly place)
It's a big disgrace
Plenty of room at the hotel Tora Bora
You can hide in here
When the West is near
Rocks fall from the ceiling
The air as cold as ice
They said, "We are all just prisoners here, of the Taliban's device."
In Osama's chamber, al-Queda they did meet
We can kill them any time we want, but we will not be beat
The last thing I remember, missles falling from the sky
Where the hell is Allah when we need him
Since we're all gonna die
"Relax", said bin Laden
"We are programmed to perceive,
Wine and virgins await us in Paradise
When it is our time to leave."
(insturmental)
Welcome to the hotel Tora Bora
Such an ugly place
Such a big disgrace
Rotting in hell at the hotel Tora Bora
They have evened the score
We have lost the war