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