Osma 1

There's bombs across the river amin' at ya
Marine on your trial, he wants to catch ya
Special forces, too, they like to get ya
Osma, they don't like to you to run and flee.

Campin' out all night in Bora Tora
Dealin' cards 'til dawn with Omar
Up to Guantanamo Bay they'd like to send ya,
Osma, don't you try to run and flee.

Playin' around with some sweet afghan senorita
Into the Alla she will lead ya
In some lonesome cave she will greet ya
Osma, you're so far away from home.

Marine guns behind the mirrors in empty places
Bullet hole and knives between the spaces
There's always one more terrorist to fill a grave
Osma, you may not be so brave.

They say that George Bush got your number
So sleep with two wives when you slumber
Every little sound might be thunder
Thunder from the planes that drop the bombs.

Guitars will play your grand finale
Down in some Afghan Alley,
Maybe in the Bora Tora valley
Osma, you're so far away from home.

There's always some young marine sneakin' places
Some trigger-happy afghan willin' to take chances
And some old wife from the Sudan might make advances
Advances to turn you and get the reward.

The fireman from New York want you to go down
They've hire George Bush to force you down.
Osma, don't it make ya feel so bad
That at one time you could have been alive instead of dead.

Hang on to your wife if you got some
Remember in Saudi Arabia you left one.
She may have been with omar, but got you some more to spare
Osma, you been running far too long

Guitars will play your grand finale
Down in some Afghan Alley,
Maybe in the Bora Tora valley
Osma, you're so far away from home.