I had visions of the bombing of both of the twin towers,
by a third world power, who is gonna die real soon.
Lots of people have memories and can't forget the burning rubble,
Osama will be in trouble, when we kick him and we kill him and croon, and everybody will.
*Chorus*
Osama will not be well, when he dies, and goes to hell.

Been around the world and found Afghanastani people are breeding, the population exceeding, and they don't even own a TV.
Our over-flowing hospitals were filled with burns and smoke inhalees, those bombers are crazy, they killed over 3000 people, see? God damn you!

*Chorus*

Osama will not be well, 'cause it's a sin, to bomb where we dwell.

I, I wanna kill that guy,
And make him violently die,
I wanna pierce his thing, it will hurt and that'll be fine,
And put that region in line,
I'd like to turn back time,
and kill his mind,
I'd kill his mind!

Paranoia, paranoia, everybody's coming to get him, but no one's ever met him, cause he lives underground with the moles, digging holes.
He hears the voices in his head from entities like Mullah and Omar,
He lives down deep far,
but the agony and the suffering will do him in!

*Chorus x2*