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oh what fun to hold a gun how insane to steer a plane what a riot to be a pilot what a joy to destroy what is our target for today the eiffel tower will it be the pope himself to feel the muslim’s power let’s fly straight into the gate of brandenburg my brothers kill as many infidels we can and fuck their mothers heading for big ben would also be a good idea serves them right for eating pork and drinking all this beer oh what fun to shoot and run what a lark to light a spark on the road to explode the victims wait for our hate countdown for the western world is running three two zero paradise is twice as nice if one enters it as hero all the pretty chicks will dance around us day and night but first we’ll bomb some embassies comrades what a sight and then we’ll drive an airbus for a modest modest fee right into the forehead of the statue of liberty i was born the third of eight in one-nine-seven-five onto a heap of garbage just outside of cairo Letras de cancionesalways going hungry staring at the tourists hating them like crazy swearing i would get them and kill them for their dollars and their champagne and their tv’s and their golf clubs and their young whores and their big cars and their mansions kill them kill them oh what fun when all is done when they are dead and i am dead and i am dead From Letras Mania