It was twenty years ago or more
Daddy left to fight the holy war.
They're been tryin' to kill us ever since.
Turn us into steak tartare and mince.
So may I introduce to you
The shedders of croc-o-dile tears--
Omar Khadr's Bleeding Hearts Club Band.
They're Omar Khadr's Bleeding Hearts Club Band,
They only care about his "rights".
Omar's Khadr's Bleeding Hearts Club Band,
They hate that Dubya picked those fights.
Omar Khadr's Bleeding,
Omar Khadr's Bleeding,
Omar Khadr's Bleeding Hearts Club Band.
It's wonderful to be them.
It feels so virtuous.
They're all so sanctimonious
They want to bring him "home" for us,
They have to bring him "home".
They don't really have a single clue
About jihad, sharia too.
Say "extremists" aren't going away,
And always reference McVeigh
As if that one aberrant case
Encapsulates the rage we face.
Omar Khadr's Bleeding Heart's Club Band.
Omar's late jihadi Daddy sings:
What would you do were I tossed into jail?
Would you use your charm and bonhomie?
Lend me you aid and you know I won't fail
'Cuz Osama he is mon amis.
Oh, I get by with a little help from Chretien,
Oh I'm gonna fly with a little help from Chretien...
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