Super Star Terrorist

I’m taken round the world on my private plane
Get beaten half to death, still I can’t complain
I’ve had a lot of bombs; I made a lot of girls
I taught a million people to blow up the world

I’m going down in culture of jihad
Bow down to the culture of jihad
But all that I see is people chatting shit about Allah
I’m a Martyr not a fighter
I’m a Martyr not a fighter
That’s why I ware this pain around my heart
Coz I’m a Martyr not a fighter

When the sky goes black or your light goes grey
You’ll see bits of your self as you’re blown away
Any way you go, you’ll all be thinking of ME
I’ve killed more people than death or MTV

I’m going down in culture of jihad
Bow down to the culture of jihad
But all that I see is people chatting shit about Allah
I’m a Martyr not a fighter
I’m a Martyr not a fighter
That’s why I ware this pain around my heart
Coz I’m a Martyr not a fighter

Teach me how to fly; don’t teach me how to land
When I’m done with you, you can shake god’s hand
Read it in the press, see it on TV
The ones you trust, lie more than me

I’m going down in culture of jihad
Bow down to the culture of jihad
But all that I see is people chatting shit about Allah
I’m a Martyr not a fighter I’m a Martyr not a fighter
That’s why I ware this pain around my heart
Coz I’m a Martyr not a fighter

Is it a bag of tools? Or a dirty bomb?
Don’t fight the law or your time will come
Shot in the back or in the head
All cops go free, but you’ll go dead
But you get more press
Than something that Bekham said

I’m going down in culture of jihad
Bow down to the culture of jihad
But all that I see is people chatting shit about Allah
I’m a Martyr not a fighter
I’m a Martyr not a fighter
That’s why I ware this pain around my heart
Coz I’m a Martyr not a fighter

I’ve got my fans, does that make you pissed?
That you’re a pencil, neck and I’m a super star terrorist
I get all the girls; I get all the fun,
Wile your at home, living with your mum

©6/3/2009 Alex kyriacou