You threaten us with terror
You threaten us with death
You claim it’s in the name of God
Your brothers do protest
Blow yourselves up, dress in women’s attire
Soon you will dance in Hell’s burning fire
Hide in your hills, hide in your holes
Hide behind children and the very old
Crawl and slither like a snake in the grass
Nothing is going to save your ass
The promise of virgins is all a big lie
No welcoming smiles await when you die
So go ahead and spread your hate
He’ll gladly help you meet your fate
Your days are quickly nearing the end
A mighty warrior we will send
He’s young and brave, has a heart of stone
To whomever threatens one of his own
He’s cunning with stealth, lean and mean
Meet your worst nightmare
He’s a U.S. Marine
© 2011 Leatherman