As i walk through Afghanistan surrounded by death
i look for a turban and realise theres none left
cos ive been scheming and plotting so long
that even the taliban think my mind has gone

and i never crossed a man that did deserve it
to be treated like a sikh, you know its unheard of
you better watch george bush crying, cos now im flying
on a suicide mission to the heart of new york

I really hate the yanks so i gotta go
and as it clears i see myself in a the AK smoke fool
im the kinda terrorist all the taliban wanna be like
on my knees in the night praising allah in the streetlight

been spending most our lives living in osamas paradise

cant stand the situation they got me facing
i can't hide in this cave, i was raised as a sikh
and now i gotta go set up my bomb team
too much propaganda watching got me chasing dreams

im an educated arab with chaos on my mind
got a gun in my hand and a gleam in my eye
im a low down bastard got caught killing yanks
and my anthrax ran out,so dont arouse my anger fool

death aint nothing but a wingspan away
im living life in a cockpit, what can i say?
im 23 now but will i live ot see 24
the way the campaign's going i dunno

tell me why are we, too blind to see, that suicide bombs kill you and me?

my power comes from allah, and allah's in the power
praising him forever, for hour after hour
everybodys screaming and some are even jumping
whats going on in the towers?
i smell the yanks burning

i set up all my camps
now george bush can find me
if he doesn't understand me
how can he beat me?

i guess he cant i guess he wont i guess hes fecked
so now my Jihad is in luck fool

been spending most our lives living in osamas paradise