Usama, the Yankees will suffer today,
The pilots are dead and we’re now on our way,
For Allah, the Prophet, and for Palestine,
Death to the American Zionist swine!
Usama, soon it will be over and out,
I’m ready to die and I haven’t a doubt,
But tell me before I do Paradise sample:
Why didn’t you join us and lead by example?
Usama, we planned this in minute detail,
I never for one second thought we might fail,
My blind faith in Allah has proved to be right,
The Manhattan skyline is now within sight,
But tell me, Usama, before I sign off,
And as in your safehouse you titter and scoff
At Yankees who die screaming as the plane crashes:
Why won’t they sift your corpse like mine from the ashes?
Usama, the Center is looming ahead,
Another two minutes and I will be dead,
The virgins you promised are beckoning me,
In Heaven I’ll dwell for all e-ternity;
I know you’re a genuine down to Earth guy,
And when the time comes, like me you’ll gladly die,
But tell me as into obliv’on we shatter:
Why didn’t you come aboard with me and Atta?
Usama, we’re now at the end of the road,
Our flesh burns, our bones smash, our bodies explode,
Around us I hear infidels rush and scream,
I open my eyes but it isn’t a dream,
The darkness consumes us, but something is wrong,
Although we’re long dead, the pain goes on and on,
No virgins have greeted us in this new place,
Of honey and milk, even light, there’s no trace.
Repent! Alas it’s too late, we count the cost
Of evil incarnate and Paradise Lost,
But there is one comfort for Atta and me:
Soon you’ll join us in Hell for e-ternity.
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