Oh, yeah, I’ll tell you somethin’
I think you’ll understand
When I say that somethin’
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
Some, Jews, say to me
that I’m their kind of man
church pews are the key
to get the promised land
they want to bomb Iran
they want to bomb Iran
When Bibi hugs me
I feel happy inside
It’s such a feeling that I scream
genocide!
genocide!
genocide!
Yeah, ole Bibi said to me
Let’s take the Gaza Strip
Trump casinos by the sea
I say we let her rip
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
When Bibi hugs me
I feel happy inside
It’s such a feeling that I scream
genocide!
genocide!
genocide!
Hamas has that somethin’
they’ve got a shitty brand
But I’ll say the dumb thing
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
I want to bomb Iran
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My Paper, My Words is a collection of essays, stories, and poems that reflect the challenges of a middle-class husband and father trying to navigate a rapidly changing political, religious, and technological landscape of post-911 America.
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