Sittin' in the morning sun.
Held at Camp X-Ray - it ain't fun.
Watchin' the planes roll in,
Maybe bringin' some more of my kin.
I'm sittin' in Guantanamo Bay,
Watchin' the tide roll away.
Sittin' in Guantanamo Bay,
I left my cave in the mountains,
Headed for a matyr's fate.
I had nothin' to live for,
And a bunch of virgins sounded just great.
Now I'm sittin' in a cage by the bay,
Watchin' my life roll away.
Sittin' in a cage by the bay,
Looks like nothing's gonna change.
Every day is just about the same.
I can't do what bin Laden told me to,
So I guess I'm out of the game.
Sittin' here is just like hell,
I just wanted to kill infidels,
Go out in a blaze of glory.
Go to heaven, end of story.
But, now I'm sittin' here in Camp X-Ray,
Watchin' the guards marchin' in.
Sittin' here in Camp X-Ray,
(whistled ad lib - instrumental fade)
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