I see the guard's a-coming
with a nightstick on his hand
and I ain't slept an eyeful
perhaps you'll understand:
I'm stuck in Guantanamo
Ain't got no legal rights
and those days keep a-going
I'm kept awake all the nights

When I was just a youngster
Bin Laden told me, "Boy:
Those Yankee pigs are bastards
Just kill them all, you know"
So then I joined al-Qaida
they taught me how to fight
and I filled my place as soldier
until that fateful night

The Yankees caught and cuffed me
They were piss'd off somehow
For nine-one-one or something
I never got to know;
They flew me off to Cuba
and put me in the chains
and they beat the shit just out me
Allah, you know my pains!

If I'd ever get a trial
in this middle of nowhere
I'd rather move to Folsom
and be an inmate there
far from Guantanamo
that's just one hell to stay
and I'd tell that Trash-Bin Laden
to blast his head away!