We're not sorry, if you are hurt
We're not sorry if we caused you any pain
We're not sorry, to Al-Qaeda
'Cause we must protect our home
And relieve your bloody reign

We're not sorry that you've gotten hurt and things are gray
We're not sorry, to Al-Qaeda
'Cause so many things have happened
And the memories still sting

Yeah, yeah

We're not sorry, if you are hurt
That you haven't won a bloody thing all day
We're not sorry, to Al-Qaeda
For we've mettle for the toil
And we'll not eas'ly fall away

Planned to cross our waters (waters)
Heading for the sky
And you're quite the plotters (plotters)
Hell burns in your eyes

Somebody falsely told it to thee
You had to get blown up or the virgin's you'll not see
So it's suicide bombs, and you know it's coward-ly, when the children die (mothers cry)
(The bomber's gone to hell and we're spitting in your eye)

Hands are red with slaughter (slaughter)
Dreams are lost; They're lies
Grandeur, virgin daughters (daughters)
Spread across the sky

Whittle, whittle, let's trim all your numbers down (trim 'em down)
Get your knees down on the ground
Whittle, whittle, trim 'em down
Live a little, very little, shoot you down (plans shot down)
All your plans we will confound
Live a little, then you're bound

Damn you, caused the slaughter (slaughter)
Make the nation's cry
Lands you in hot water (water)
Spreading all your lies