You keep saying you're gonna take us down <br />Sorry but I just gotta confess <br />I don't think that you can <br />Terrorist man you've been messin' with someone you shouldn't been messin' with and now you'll be getting all of our worse <br /> <br />These bombs were made for droppin' and that's exactly what they're gonna do <br />One of these days Mr. Bin Laden these bombs are gonna be dropped all over you <br /> <br />You keep lying and bragging when you know you ought to be runnin' <br />Runnin' for your sorry life <br />And you keep on bettin' againest the wrong ones <br />Losin' never winnin' any of your people's respect <br />You keep on slammin' us when you ought to be trying to some hidin' <br />Now what's right is right <br />Something you ain't never gonna be <br />No matter how much you lie or try <br /> <br />These bombs were made for droppin' and that's exactly what they're gonna do <br />One of these days Mr. Bin Laden these bombs are gonna be dropped all over you <br /> <br />You keep rantin' at someone you should't be rantin' at and you keep on thinkin' that you'll never get yours <br />Ha! <br />I just pushed the button. Yeah <br />And what's coming you ain't got no time to run from <br /> <br />Are you ready bombs? Start droppin'! <br /> <br /> <br />(2007/A dark wartime parody of the classic These Boots Were Made For Walkin')<br /><br />Ramona Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-bombs-were-made-for-droppin/
