They was a terrorist attack over to the Laundromat
He tried ta blow hisself up down by the magazine rack
They had this Al-Queda cell that met most every night
They all got together after work at that Indian motel
They think they seen one drivin by from inside the tavern
Him and his friend drinkin cokes and high fivin
They was sneakin round down behind the old feedlot
The boys beat em up and run em out of town
It looked like maybe an IED stuffed in the sody cooler
They woulda dialed the cell when the place was full enough
Coupla fishy women with towels on their heads
When they come sneakin by my dogs started howlin
They was a suicide bomber come in to the truck stop
Used to work at Subway but couldn’t take it any longer
Looks like they was plottin on blowin up the bowlin’ alley
Sheriff said they smelled kinda garlicky and rotten
Some jihadi rigged explosives underneatha Eddie’s Chevy
FBI said that luckily his oil leak proved too corrosive
They was crouchin on them little rugs in the middle of the
day
When we all come back to get em they had up and run away
This martyr was strapped for glory in the WalMart parking
lot
His shit went off too early and his old Toyota got real gory
Some Taliban insurgents got in a firefight with these
Harleys
They kept trying to put them Burkahs over top of their
headlights
They was runnin this house refinancin’ scheme to buy them
WMDs
Them mullahs had maps and detailed plans to blow up shit
they’d never seen
He come in the drive thru and said somethin like ‘allah
akbar’ in the mike
She called the cops when he wouldn’t leave but didn’t order
nothin
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