One dark day in the early morning.
No one even heard the warning.
When the planes come crashing down,
Many souls were heaven bound.
If Osama doesn’t come around,
Then we’ll just have to hunt him down.
And just like Saddam we’ll find him in a hole.
And we’ll shove him back in because he has no soul.
Then we’ll blow it up and send him to hell,
That’s were he belongs in JAIL.

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