My Sweet Little Terrorist

I'm detained
captured "in-framed"
I'm detained
and I destroy
I deny
I'm on a decline
this is just about how I'm defined
and I'm a walking weapon
don't touch me
cause I just might blow
legally I'm nobody, want to cross the border
I'm somebody mean
my international rights are in some politicians thought
I'm just a dream
as I turn to this microphone and scream
I just wanna watch Dylan play live
I won't fly into Pentagon alive
and if they catch me on a plane from Amsterdam
believe me it's not for any political crime
I'm a living catastrophe
look how important I've become
and my brother in Palestine
he's even ten times more strong
but when they went to Afghanistan
or fly to free Iraq, I was singing in my room
when it bloomed in Japan
and all the years of Vietnam
I wasn't even born
this miserable world
we appear on their TV shows like creatures from another planet
if ever knock on my door, it's just for the oil
or mysteries left from my ancient parents
I got my friend in California I die to see her but I can't
and my sweet cousin in Paris
she just wants to show me around
But I'm detained
captured "in-framed"
I'm detained
from the AXES OF EVIL
I'm the right hand of the devil
I'm a terrorist, though I haven't killed anyone yet
I'm a suicidal bomb, be careful, I might go off in the end of this song