Kenders' Musings

In light of the fact that the U.S. Department of State has come out with a press release firmly on the side of appeasement in the name of cowardly political correctness, I have decided to post these songs.

To those that don't understand parody, satire and free speech, suck on these songs and kiss my infidel ass!!!!!!
InYurFace music was founded on the ideal that free speech is priceless, some people are too damned sensitive and that fatwa's are harder to come by than the main stream media makes them appear to be.


The InYurFace Music Collection
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The House of Zarqawis Son
To the tune of House of the Rising Sun by the Animals

There is a house in Ramadi
They call zarqawis place
And it’s been the scene of many a bomb made
To kill the infidel race

My mother was a breeder
Of martyrs for the cause
My father was a leader of
The oldest radical mosque

Now the only thing a leader needs
Is a Koran and some nuts
Who are willing to kill some innocent kids
By being blown to chunks

Oh Imam tell the children
Just to do what you wont do
And blow themselves to kingdom come
To kill some blameless Jew

Well I got one foot on the bus now
And my finger on the switch
And as soon as I blow my self skyhigh
I’ll get my virgin bitch

Well there is a house in Ramadi
They call zarqawis place
And it’s been the scene of many a bomb made
To kill the infidel race

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At the Hajj

To the tune of "At The Hop" by Danny and the Juniors

Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah. bah-bah-bah-bah, at the hajj!

Ever since Mo lived in his cave
And he starved and went near insane for the hajj
We have been out for conversion
And the Sacred old excursion of the hajj
We will kill or enslave all the folks that won't wage a jihad
Wage it now!!!

Ah, let's go to the hajj
Let's go to the hajj , (oh Baby)
Let's go to the hajj, (oh hamid)
Let's go to the hajj
Come on, let's go to the hajj


Well, you can kneel and you can kill it
You can really start to feel it at the hajj
When the crowd starts a pushin
And your head feels like a cushion at the hajj
It's the religious crush for people in a rush it's called the hajj


Ah, let's go to the hajj
Let's go to the hajj , (oh Abdul)
Let's go to the hajj, (osama)
Let's go to the hajj
Come on, let's go to the hajj


Well now ya gotta go to mecca
If there's money for the trek-a to the hajj
Where the hotels all collapse-a
And the faithful find their rapture at the hajj
All the young jihadis are leaving ramadi for the hajj
Let's go!!

Well now, we'll throw rocks at Satan
There'll be no hesitat'n at the hajj
You best not be slippin,
And well stomp on folks just tripping at the hajj
Cartoons will make us cause the west to hate us at the hajj
Don't shove me now


Ah, let's go to the hajj
Let's go to the hajj , (oh Donnie)
Let's go to the hajj, (oh Georgie)
Let's go to the hajj
Come on, let's go to the hajj


Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah. bah-bah-bah-bah, at the hajj!

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Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Camelboys

Camelboys aint easy to love but they're easy to kill
They hide with the people or they live in a cave in the hills
Turbans and bomb vests and dirty pajamas and new jihads every day
They're dead wrong and they're evil and our military
Is out to just blow 'em away

Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
Don't let 'em shoot AK's while riding in trucks
Or go planting bombs on the roadside and such
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
They'll never stay home and when they go roam
We will just blow them all up

Camelboys like killin for Allah and catchin' our bullets
Wipin' their ass with their hands and man do they smell
Them that don't know 'em won't like 'em
And them that do still want to blow them to pieces
They're so wrong it aint funny
And it costs us money to make sure that they go to hell

Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
Don't let 'em shoot AK's while ridin' in trucks
Or go planting bombs on the roadside and such
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
They'll never stay home and when they go roam
We will just blow them all up

Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be Camelboys
They'll never stay home and when they go roam
We will just blow them all up

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My Heroes Have Always Been Camelboys

I grew up a dreamin' o' bein' a camelboy
And lovin' the goatfuckin ways
Pursuin' the life o' my implodin' heroes
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of a suicide bomber
Don't ya press down the button too soon
Just take a short bus ride, or go to a disco
Go out with a scream and a boom


My heroes have always been camelboys
And they will be till I die
Sadly adhering to eighth century ideals
And a bunch of ragged old lies


Camelboys are spreadin their own brand of misery
By wiping their ass with their hands
Some will die from a bomb in a safe house in Baghdad
To be dropped in a hole in the sand
Pickin at sand fleas while down on their damned knees
And cryin to Allah each day
Dirty pajamas an' diapers on their heads
With their leaders a-hidin' in caves


My heroes have always been camelboys
And they will be till I die
Sadly adhering to eighth century ideals
And a bunch of ragged old lies

Sadly adhering to eighth century ideals
And a bunch of ragged old lies