you're a bomb

a dirty, dirty bomb

you're a sexual terrorist

and I'm jealous of your freedoms

beat me hard and call me Osama

whip me hard and call me Osama

I'm a Muslim vixen in a latex veil

I'm a prostitute who needs stoning

shoot me in your football stadiums

in your BDSM clubs, your progressive spas

bring me your twin towers

let's make some world trade

a world sex trade

let's rock it to the ground

we'll ride it to the ground, my dear,

ride it to the ground

ride it hard and flaming,

all the way down

all the fucking way

leave me a Ground Zero,

ravaged

burn me with your hot jet fuel

fill me with dying bodies,

quivering, squirming for life

I want to storm the cabin

beat me back, quick,

or I'll storm the cabin

stuff my letterhole with anthrax

force an evacuation, let me panic

I'm the Pentagon and I'm in flames

bury me in smoke and dust and pulverized remains

take me like I'm Iraq

raid me like the Baghdad museum

turn me over to the Israelis for some real interrogation

put a bounty on my pussy and turn the Pakistanis loose

tell the U.N. to go fuck themselves:  you're going in

outrun your supply lines

strip me bare for oil

let's play prisoner abuse scandal

the plane's going down and so are you

crash my throat into your tower

slam me like 9/11

I want to fuck like 9/11

fucking 9/11-style,

lost in the metaphors

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