Guantanamo Bay International (suspect package holiday)
Jump aboard the shoe-bomb express For the all-new Holy War. Coming soon to a town near you, And knocking at your door. You'll go a million miles for one of our smiles (come visit us today!) Our secret flights, they fill your skies. From New York to Bombay.
No visa required, your rights have expired. It's Auschwitz in the sun. Guantanamo Bay International, The nightmare's just begun.
Post-cards from Abu Ghraib, wishing you were there. So pack your bags, we're on our way. There's sulphur in the air. Building castles in the sun, there's bodies in the sand. '...this is CIA flight 911 requesting permission to land...'
It's a Suspect Package Holiday. (you will lose your liberty)