When this unhappy war is through,
There will remain no more of you.
Let it be known, we'll win this War.
Of your defeat, you can be sure.

Your vague threats of violence to come
Will not change the way things are done.
Your evil ways will not succeed.
Nor all the networks that you feed.

So watch out for the food you eat.
Be wary of all those that you meet.
Two can play the game of terror.
You can't keep your guard forever.

There may not be pure black and white.
But you're the blacker side all right.
Give up now, or it won't be long
Before you meet your own named bomb.

Don't play games with the tabloid press.
Whose fault your kin are in distress?
You've unleashed a much greater force.
Without the means to change its course.