I used to be a happy taliban
I used to run across Afghanistan
With a swiss army carrot in my hand
I lost my legs, I can´t fall nor spring

A belt of muuruuths around my belly
Your life continues in mediheli
In a wheelchair i´ll face my final exam
two flies with the same smell, you’ll be damned

I used to be a happy Taliban
- I - went - in – pieces - so what´s the difference
I used to run across afghanistan
- Let – free - dom - ring - with - the muuruuth blast