Well, We were just another cell out of Boston
Set our charge and then we both beat feet
Crowd was movin' fine, towards the finish line
And the body count was sure to be sweet
No, we didn't have much money
We scrounged up all the parts we could find
We used nails and glue and some ball bearings too and
A pressure cooker

Terrorist band
Small but quite effective
Just two brothers
Their souls defective
Kill for Allah
Pray, pray, pray, All-ah, Ak-bar

Dancin' in the streets there in Gaza
The sheer joy of terrorism was plain
Acting just like swine they didn't seem to mind
They said "Now you all can know our pain."
Livin' for death and destruction
Never worried 'bout the folks we'd be killin'
We both got to the stage where our hatred and rage
Prep'd us for the mission

Terrorist band
Were they now just waitin'
Fleeing country
Or formulating plans and plot twists
Search, search, search, was on

*Stayin' for six months back in Russia
A man came to my place one night
He smoked a cheap cigar
And drove a ZIL make of car
And said "Boy, I think your plan's outta-sight
Come and train a bit at my compound
You know I've got me a great notion
Well I've got the plans for something to use
That's gonna' cause a commotion

Terrorist band
Net is tightly closin'
One is dead now
Look in this boat and here he is
Caught, caught, caught, yeah, yeah!