I'll Eat Bacon On Your Grave

We’ve been at war for 8 long years

Fighting terror, fighting those who bring fear

We bagged al Zarqawi, Saddam went into the long dark night

We’ve just one injustice left for us to make right

Somewhere in Afghanistan, on the border of Pakistan

There’s an animal, I will not call him a man

His names Osama, there’s a price on his head

I know I’m looking forward to when he’s dead

You’re a sick bastard, a dirty worthless knave

Surrounded by the desert rats that you enslaved

And I know you’re out there hiding in some cave

Someday I’ll eat bacon on your grave

8 years ago the towers came tumbling down

3000 ghosts you killed, for your desert god

You say I must submit, be your gods slave

Screw you, I’ll eat bacon on your grave

You’re a sick bastard, a dirty worthless knave

Surrounded by the desert rats that you enslaved

And I know you’re out there hiding in some cave

Someday I’ll eat bacon on your grave

And Mr. President, I didn’t vote for you

But here’s one thing that America wants from you

Send in the Marines, let them win this fight

Let’s see Osama’s head on a bacon coated spike

You’re a sick bastard, a dirty worthless knave

Surrounded by the desert rats that you enslaved

And I know you’re out there hiding in some cave

Someday I’ll eat bacon on your grave