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I have love for my country, and working this hard So please why can't I practice my jihad? For all of my life, I just want to fly With my plane in the sky But I'm sad, never glad, it is bad, it is bad I wanting to be a pilot Flying planes for my God So many virgins will be waiting to take in my rod So please, let me do my jihad I'm so lonely at 30,000 feet And there's never any food to eat I think I see Mecca over there, it calls me so But New York City is where I have to go Let me do my jihad And don't worry, I won't hit the tower very hard It is so smelly in here, it smells like a goat I fucked one this morning for luck Then he busted the door And it right down my camel-humping throat Goodbye, goodbye I'll see you in that great palace in the sky Do a good job, y'all See you soon English English