Look at you,
Look at the robes draped over your scrawny shoulders,
It’s funny; you’ve got all the money in the world,
Why wait and worry?

You’re ugly, you’re held together by oil,
Your face crumpled like tin foil,
So repulsive my eyes boil,
And my tongue soils itself.

You’re stupid, you know you’ve lost the fight
As your loyal rats retreat into the night,
In panicked flight,
Running from the sound of Western light overhead,
But that’s not right,

No you know the real story,
The tales of civil glory,
Over terrorists monstrous and gory,
All fantasies from your twisted head,

You’re pathetic; you claim your people are free,
But what good is a dog if it’s chained to a tree,
Or a boat if it’s not at sea,
Listen to me,

Listen to the masses,
As time passes,
Your phony empire collapses,
And dies,
Dying,
Dead,

So much dread,
Too much blood shed,
In all the time you’ve lead,
Maybe you need a bullet in the head.