Mirror from polka23dot Lyrics: I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen Of Hezbollah scum and jihad the obscene Whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free To watch women and children be killed on TV Which Satan delivers a child a death curse In the name of a worn out collection of verse I've not read the book so I cannot recite But I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about right Underneath the black cloud of islam What kind of publicity needs so much blood That's not for some sad diabolical god Selling himself as a two-bit Macbeth As the expect in sentencing cousins to death And what kind of god can this be anyway That you have to prostrate to him five times a day With hate in your heart and a gun in your hand Is force the only thing to understand Underneath the black cloud of Islam? 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 o! f ages before And woman in veils walking paces behind Doesn't sit easy in my mind It speaks of oppression and no other choice That rigid compliance with the loudest voice Underneath the black cloud of Islam You can put a lead bullet clean through this guitar 'cos I'm not overjoyed with the story so far Sharing a world with the nutters of god Is as good as being six feet under the sod Words that are written are all here to say And these are the latest there are anyway And I am the prophet so don't
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