The Ballad of Ali Mohamed

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The Ballad of Ali Mohamed

Ali got started in Egypt,
Back in the days of Sadat.
His unit took out Anwar,
And that was the end of that.

But Ali was just getting started,
And very soon you'll see,
How Ali helped orchestrate terror,
For men behind the scenes.

They say that he's "al Qaeda",
They say he's C-I-A!
They say that he's protected!
And can't be put away!

The Mounties got him once,
And put him in the can,
They called the FBI, who said;
"Hey! Let go of our man!"

This ain't no laughing matter.
So let's get back on track,
Back to Ninety-Three,
And the World Trade Center attack.

He trained the bloody bombers,
With tricks of the trade,
He picked up at Fort Bragg,
Where a Sergeant, he was made.

They say that he's Egyptian,
They say he's American too!
The Blind Sheikh, he knew him,
And Zawahiri did too!

Want something to explode?
Like a U.S. Embassy?
Need to train some hijackers?
Or find a good Patsy?

Get on the horn to Mohamed,
Fitzgerald knows where he is.
Patrick's got this asset,
Very cleverly hid.

They say it's witness protection,
I say it's covering ass.
Perhaps I should say "asset",
But why should I give him a pass?

He trained big bad "al Qaeda",
He wrote their manual!
His boys killed Meir Kahane,
None of this is bull.

A Sergeant in the Army,
Recruiting at al-Kifah,
A deadly Triple-Agent,
All these things by far.

The Ballad of Ali Mohamed,
Is a very terrible tale,
Of an intelligence asset,
Who ought to be in jail.

Fitgerald didn't stop him,
Although he had the chance.
If you don't believe me,
Go ask Peter Lance.

The Ballad of Ali Mohamed,
Shows you how it's done.
Don't leave it up to rookies...
Insert a loyal son.

Manipulate the terror,
Every twist and turn.
So you can start a war,
On an abstract term.

It's the "War on Terror",
That's of what I speak.
Killing more and more,
Each and every week.

If the terror is synthetic,
Or helped along the way...
Who has the bloodiest hands,
At the end of the workin' day?

Contemplate these words,
When the next big bugger blows,
Whether it's Atomic,
Or Anthrax up your nose.

The road to all this evil,
Has roots not where you think.
And re-runs of Osama,
Do not put us on the brink.

The future is in your hands,
Just like the film called 'V'.
Come to grips with the "terror",
And you will soon be free.

That's the Ballad of Ali Mohamed,
Tell it to all your friends.
All your nosy neighbors,
And the would-be Presidents!

The time is very short,
But we're getting very wise.
We won't be fooled so easy...
Come the next surprise.

(Dedicated to every victim of terrorism, living or dead.)