It must be real cold in that cave
To have no bed and slot rest
You have to run all the time
Never a break to lie and wake

You were the putz who bombed New York
And we, we shall get our due revenge
So keep on your feet dumb Osama
Cause a moments rest could be the end

Did you know that our troops are comin'
And they will shoot you down like a skeet
At a moments notice you could be lying dead
And you, you will be right where you belong

I think that your days are numbered
Like the days you see on calendars
We will avenge those victims
At your, your very death's expense.

Did you know that our troops are comin'
And they will shoot you down like a skeet
At a moments notice you could be dead
And you, you will be right where you belong.

Then Repeat....