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  INTRO

  Well Im sick to the death,

  of the news on the screen,

  of the hisbullah scum,

  and jehad the obscene,

whose men plant the bombs,

and then live feeling free,

to watch women and children,

be killed on TV

What kind of publicicty

needs so much blood,

thats not for some

sad diabolical god,

Ive not read the book

so I cannot recite

but I'll bet Salman Rushdie

was just about right

And the butchers who've

got all this blood on their hands

are the ones who need

God to be stood where he stands

Blessing this kidnapping

murder and war,

with books written hundreds of ages before

And women in veils walk in paces behind

it doesnt sit easy in my kind of mind,

it speaks of oppression,

and no other choice,

than rigid reliance to the loudest voice

You can but a lead bullet

clean through this guitar

cause Im not over joyed

with the story so far

sharing this world with the nutters of god,

is as good as being six feet under the sod,

And I am the prophet so dont believe me,

Im the same as the old ones except that Im free

to give you a piece of my mind which is this

Your the worst of Jehova's blind witnesses

with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss

which is underneath the black cloud of islam