Thomas crept up in the tower,
With his sniper at his chest,
A new private he was,
But the Hezbollah's he hated best.

With a look into his eyepiece
He saw an Arabian head,
With the pull of the trigger
A gore fest of blood rained down red

Behind tall trees, underwater
From disguises, woe by gum,
Soldiers emerged and aimed
At these cursed Arabian scum.
In from tent homes, and camels backs
In from banging Saddam's wife
They all carried AK's, a few rifles, and many shotguns

With the pull of all triggers,
Arabian carnage did fly high.
With some eyeballs a-rollin
And Arabs all going, "Oh Allah!!"
Crack their necks and knock out their blank senses
If they're nice sell "em soap and some food,
Keep the prices up high as into Hezbollah we go.

Are there young men, lifting they're guns,
To shoot at Americans?
Grab grenades and a rocket,
Stick some in their pockets and run.

Into counsels in their meetings,
Lather them with toxic fumes
Make Al Qaeda so pay for that September day we all rue

Someone has to kill these cloaked men
Who jerk in they're dresses in daylight
Just be ever so graceful and slip some knives gently in their backs
Shove it hard in their solar burnt faces
Whack a few with the butt of your guns
But if you see Bin Laden then we all will have oh such fun!!
Force a cold shower, upon his countenance.
Show him nice clean things and show him his wife's face.
Light him a cigar, with some pork rinds so crisp,
Splash down a cold beer, and watch him downright pale


Someone has to kill these cloaked men
Who jerk in they're dresses in daylight
Just be ever so graceful and slip some knives gently in their backs
Shove it hard in their solar burnt faces
Whack a few with the butt of your guns

Show no mercy and most of all do not forget your big guns.

Hezbollah!!!! You are DONE!!!!