Tripod

Suicide Bomber
Scod: They used dogs on meThey used blindfoldsThey embarrassed me in the nudeThey gave shocks to me with electrodesThey deprived me of my foodScod: They paraded me round the prisonChained up to other menAnd with every task,One question they askedOver and over and over again, they said...Scod: “Aren't you the suicide bomberWho 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 dooooooSo they soaked me with cold waterAnd they left me there overnightThey put outlandish costumes upon meAnd took photographs of my plightScod: They accused me of brutal behaviourWhilst they kicked me in the ballsAnd with every task,Letras de cancionesOne question they askedEchoing off of the cold prison walls, they said...Scod: “Aren't you the suicide bomberWho 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?”Tripod: (All whistle and then someone does something visual which the audience laughs at, if you know what please e-mail me)Scod: Psychological tortureHas cleared things right up for meThere's one thing I know,When they let me go,I will be the man that they want me to beScod: Yes, I'll be the suicide bomberI'll blow up a bus one dayAnd so will my sonTripod: And his son after thatScod: And then some poor new guyTripod: Will sit where I satAnd he will be forced to wear poo for a hatScod: And so on and so fucking forth,Tripod: Amen From Letras Mania