I'd love to see you all dead and gone With your CD players and your cell fucking telephones You know I wanna see you all dead on my TV With a bullet though your head in your band new SUV Where's Bin Laden: when you need him I wanna see your plane drop outta the sky With your air miles card and your fat ass bitching wife You know I'd love to see you kneel over dead from a heart attack Laying on the floor choking on a big Mac Where's Bin Laden: when you need him