We met as soul mates
On Manhattan Island
We died as heroes
In the eyes of Islam
We would soar high
And would collide
Our only weapons were,
Our blunt Stanley knives
We came in Boeings
Like ruthless drivers
We burned to ashes
And Bin Hi-Fived us!
And we flew fast
To inflict plight
World Trade was heavy
But defences were light

We had no beards
We had no nuke bombs
Bin sent us small knives
Mohamed cooked scones
And we were told
The afterlife
Would give us virgins
To have sex with each night

We had no anthrax
To kill the Yankees
We passed the mashed rice,
And made our cause great
And it was hot
Aboard that flight (flight flight flight flight)
And we held on to our bosoms
Like Muslims to Muslims
We promised Mohamed we'd write...

W T C would all go down in September
We said it would go down in September
Yes it would all go down in September

Remember Achmeed
Remember Atta
They dropped their turbans
And burned like batter
And were they wrong?
Or were they right? (right right right right)
It didn't matter with the path of that flight
We wrecked their day
With the hand
Of Allah
They bombed Iraq
And Iraq
Seemed to hold... our... hand... in... terror
On Manhattan Island
We'd practiced low flyin'
They hoped we would land
And we hit hard
And did it twice (twice twice twice twice)
They heard the hum of our Boeings
Their concerns were growing
And 5000 didn't survive

W T C would all go down in September
We said it would go down in September
Yes it would all go down in September