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An extremely quiet child, they said in your madrass report
He always took an interest when the jihad was taught
So that's what it was that brought squad cars screaming up the drive
To notify your parents of the manner in which you died

At Mohamed's mosque each sabbath, Imam Akmed saw your prayers
Oh, he's unconcerned with ablution he never tries to sin
But blood stained a young hand that never shot a gun
And his parents never thought of him as their jihadi son

"Now there's just one way to Heaven", Imam said
Remember Imam said
Ticking, ticking, get virgins seventy-two
Infidels dead hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking

You had them holed up where they worked with you, screaming for mercy
Someone said, "His brain's just snapped"
Will someone call the police
You'd shot the very people that showered your new born child
Oh you'd pulled your gun and shot them as they laid still on the ground

Trying to kill each one, because they're infidels
A young man tried to make a break, with jihad eyes you killed
That gun butt felt so smooth and warm cradled in your palm
Oh your childhood madrass filled your head, this is now jihad

"Don't e'er hear an infidel's plea", Imam said
Remember Imam said
Ticking, ticking, say your prayers well, my child
Kill the infidels, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking

Within the hour the news had reached the media machine
A Male Mideastern with a gun had now killed at least fourteen
The area had been sealed off, the kids sent home from school
Fourteen people lying dead at their job, they were celebrating yule

Oh they found you at your domicle with pipe bombs placed inside
Throw out your gun, walk out slow, just keep your hands held high
They pumped you full of rifle shells, once again you defied the law
Oh you danced in death like a Marionette for your belief in islam

"You've kept too long in silence", Imam said
Remember Imam said
Ticking, ticking, Islam boy, you finally wound up
With jihad in your head, hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking