Bombin’ Days My bombin' days are over No more nights at the Terror Cell My buddies say they’re gonna miss me but Who could ever tell I never knew what time it was Til exploding time came round My bombin' days are over But I’m still troublebound I used to hang at the Mosque yeah You’d see me screaming as the Iman Spoke I’d take my gal to The strip club We lived on whiskey and smoke Don’t know how it all started Always mean to kill someone Some bad luck with the fuse can’t be undone Well it was...