Tripod - Suicide Bomber lyrics
[Tripod - Suicide Bomber lyrics]
They used dogs on me they used blindfolds
They embarrassed me in the nude
They gave shocks to me with electrodes
They deprived me of my food
They paraded me round the prison
Chained up to other men and with every task
One question they asked
Over and over and over again, they said
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus last year?"
I say, "No, " they say, "Yes, "
I say, "You're not thinking it through, "
But they went off and thought up
Some new things to doooooo
So they soaked me with cold water
And they left me there overnight
They put outlandish costumes upon me
And took photographs of my plight
They accused me of brutal behaviour
Whilst they kicked me in the balls
And with every task one question they asked
Echoing off of the cold prison walls
They said
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus last year?"
I said, "No, " they punched me
I said, "Think logically, "
And they said, "You think logically!"
And I said, "What?"
Psychological torture
Has cleared things right up for me
There's one thing I know when they let me go
I will be the man that they want me to be
Yes, I'll be the suicide bomber
I'll blow up a bus one day
And so will my son and his son after that
And then some poor new guy
Will sit where I sat
And he will be forced to wear poo for a hat
And so on and so fucking forth amen
They embarrassed me in the nude
They gave shocks to me with electrodes
They deprived me of my food
They paraded me round the prison
Chained up to other men and with every task
One question they asked
Over and over and over again, they said
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus last year?"
I say, "No, " they say, "Yes, "
I say, "You're not thinking it through, "
But they went off and thought up
Some new things to doooooo
So they soaked me with cold water
And they left me there overnight
They put outlandish costumes upon me
And took photographs of my plight
They accused me of brutal behaviour
Whilst they kicked me in the balls
And with every task one question they asked
Echoing off of the cold prison walls
They said
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus last year?"
I said, "No, " they punched me
I said, "Think logically, "
And they said, "You think logically!"
And I said, "What?"
Psychological torture
Has cleared things right up for me
There's one thing I know when they let me go
I will be the man that they want me to be
Yes, I'll be the suicide bomber
I'll blow up a bus one day
And so will my son and his son after that
And then some poor new guy
Will sit where I sat
And he will be forced to wear poo for a hat
And so on and so fucking forth amen