The Afghan Connection |
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If tomorrow all my things were gone, - like my hand guns and my knife, And I had to flee to Pakistan, - with just my children and my wife, |
I wish my lucky stars, - that we never bombed the Cole, that we hunted down Bin-Laden, - and we smoked him from his hole, |
And I am scared to live in Afghanistan, - where I drink my camel's pee, And I fight with Russian weapons - made in nineteen-sixty-three, So! Put your hands-up, kneel down, - throw your guns away, Cause there ain't no chance the Taliban, - can beat the USA! |
From the caves of south Afghanistan, - to the middle eastern seas, From across the plains of Kazakhstan, - you will hear our knocking knees, From Kabul to Islamabad, - and in the Khyber pass, You will hear us all crap in our pants, - as the US kicks our ass. |
And I am scared to live in Afghanistan, - where I drink my camel's pee, And I fight with Russian weapons, - made in nineteen-sixty-three, So! Put your hands-up, kneel down, - throw your guns away, Cause there ain't no chance the Taliban, - can beat the USA! |
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