I'd love to see you all dead and gone

With your CD players and your cell fucking telephones

You know I wanna see you all dead on my TV

With a bullet though your head in your band new SUV



Where's Bin Laden : when you need him



I wanna see your plane drop outta the sky

With your air miles card and your fat ass bitching wife

You know I'd love to see you kneel over dead from a heart attack

Laying on the floor choking on a big Mac



Where's Bin Laden : when you need him