They say you act on your own.
You have jihad in your heart,
And access to a cell phone.
You've downloaded al-Awlaki.
You love his spin and his talki,
And now you're one of his flocki.
And then it suddenly appears before us
The day you go for broke and blow your stack.
And when you join that "Allahu Akbar!" chorus
Voila--you're now part of the pack!
Now you're no longer just one.
But since we can't face the truth,
Won't blame jihad,
Blame your gun.