Our Father,
Which art in Washington,
Accurate be thine aim.
Resolution come,
Thy will bomb,
The birth place of Muslim heathens.
And now let us trespass,
But not forgive those who have trespassed against us,
And give us this day,
Our one million dead.
Lead us fast into the Iraqi nation.
For it is really thine Kingdom,
The power and the glory,
For ever and ever,
American.
