Naghi , I swear on your sense of humor On this exile who thinks hes here to criticize On the large penis that gives life That sits behind us and threatens us I swear on the length and width of [Westernimposed] sanctions On the rising value of the dollar and the feeling of humiliation Naghi, I swear on the cardboard Imam [Khomeini] On the baby [Khamenei] who was saying Ali! while stuck in his mothers womb On the teaching of jurisprudence in the room where nose jobs are given On Khamenei, the prayer beads and prayer rugs made in China Naghi, I swear on the finger of Sheys Rezaei On the religion that has been kicked out and religious soccer O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi Naghi, I swear on love and Viagra On raised legs and chakras On sangak bread and chicken and meat and fish On silicon chests and striped virginity Naghi, I swear on Golshiftehs breasts On lost prestige that we never had Naghi, I swear on Aryan heritage On the necklace that you wear around your neck Naghi, [I give] my life for Farnoods penis For the 3 billion dollars, soon forgotten like a childrens story And the Persian Gulf and [Lake] Orumiyeh, too Oh by the way, what was the name of the leader of the Green Movement? O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi On the anniversary of the death of that old fart, Imam of the [Shiah] community On the fossilized opposition in the diaspora On the classy widows who frequent discos On the intellectual discussions in chat rooms On the dissolute men with a false sense of honor On the women who defend mens rights On the color revolution in the television On the 3 of the [Iranian] population who read books On the wishywashy, empty slogans Naghi, I swear on this crowd of fickle people Who in the morning say Long live...! but at night say Death to...! On the heroes of fictional stories O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi Ohhhhhhhhhh Naghi
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