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Obahmian Rhapsody

Contributed by poeticjestix on Wednesday, 5th October 2011 @ 12:49:50 PM in AEST
Topic: political

No friend of Israelites
My life was a fantasy.
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes,
those plane's in the skies were me,
I'm just a rich boy, with a rich family,
Because I'm easy bomb, easy go,
One hit high, one hit low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to
me, to me

Obama,
Just killed a man,
He was lying in his bed, pulled my trigger,
now he's dead
Obama, we've wrapped up this one,
Gonna fly him o'er the sea and throwaway
Osama, oooh,
Didn't mean to make you cry,
but for you there's no tomorrow,
Carry bombs, now you're gone as if nothing really matters

Too late, Your time has come,
You sent shivers down my spine,
stolen jets, heard their last whine.
Say goodbye, ev'rybody, You've got to go,
Gotta leave us all behind and face the truth
Obama, oooh, I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Georgie Bush, Georgie Bush, will you do the
Fandango!

Thunderbolts and lightning, shock and awe is frightening
me
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Figaro - magnifico

I'm just a rich boy nobody loves me
He's just a rich boy from a rich family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Islamabad! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Islamabad! We will not let you go
(Let him go!)Islamabad! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go)(Never) Never let you go
(Let me go) Never let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go
Abbottabad has assasins put aside for me, for me,
for me

So you think you can shoot me and spit in my
eye
So you think you can hate me and leave me to
die
Obama, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta
here
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me
Any way the wind blows...

Copyright © poeticjestix ... [ 2011-10-05 12:49:50]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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