Moussaoui

Moussaoui, Moussaoui
You're still not sorry
You will live life alone
In a room made of stone
You get nothing more from US
But a ride in a black and white bus
We give you no tears
We have no more fears
No one will care
that you'll have no fresh air
We have shown you mercy
Yet only your rage we see
Your mother will cry
As we did when they died
Moussaoui Moussaoui
You're still not sorry

That's the best I can do in the five minutes I have between clients. Maybe I'll work on it later