My sweet little terrorist song

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 definedand I'm a walking weapon
don't touch me couse I just might blow
legally I'm nobody , when I cross the border
I'm somebody meanmy international rights are in some poiticians thought
I'm just a dreamas I turn to this microphone and scream
I just wanna watch Dylan playin' live
I won't fly into Pentagon aliveand if they catch me on a plane from Amsterdom
believe me it's not for any political crime
I'm a living catastrophe
look how imprtant I've becomeand my brother in Palestinehe's even ten times more strong
but when they went to Afghanistanor fly to free Iraq I was singing in my room
when it bloomed in Japanand all the years of Vietnam
I wasn't even bornthis miserable world
we appear on their TV shows like creatures from another planet
if they ever knock on my door,
it's just for the oilor mysteries left from my ancient parents
I got my friend in California I die to see her but I can'tand my sweet cousin in Parisshe just wants to show me around
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