For the good of all of us,
Except the ones who'd be dead,
But there's no sense crying over every cake,
You just keep on trying till you can no longer bake,
And the cooking gets done,
And you make a neat bun,
For the people who are still alive...
I'm not even angry.
I'm eating cakes and pastries now.
Even though you tried to blow
My brains out...
And blow up the plaza,
And embassy too, without a qualm,
As we baked, I wept because
You were so peaceful and calm...
Now these cakes and muffins make a beautiful line,
And we're on the way to our Jihad on time,
So I'm glad we got pwned
Think of all the cakes we loaned
To the terrorists who're still alive...
Go on and leave me
I think I'd prefer to stay inside...
Eating cakes and bagels with the martyrs...
Maybe you could explode them...
That was a joke, haha, fat chance,
Anyway, the cake is great, so there's no killing to do.
Look at me still talking when there's bombs to defuse,
When I look at the recipe I'm glad I got screwed,
I've a recipe for buns, making them is more fun,
Than being a terrorist here in this dive...
I'm giving up the jihad that I tried,
And making cakes and joining MI5,
I won't be extradited if they try,
Because I'm baking a cake for the spies,
So they will leave me while I'm still alive...
Still alive...
Still alive...