Black Cloud Of Islam

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[Verse]
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I'm sick to the teeth of the news 
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on the screen
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Of hisbullah scum and jihad the 
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obscene
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Whose men plant the bombs and then 
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leave feeling free
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To watch women and children be 
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killed on T.V.

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Which satan delivers a child a 
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death curse
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In the name of a worn out 
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collection of verse
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I've not read the book so I cannot
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 recite
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But I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just 
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about right
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Underneath the black cloud of islam
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What kind of publicity needs so 
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much blood
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That's not for some sad diablical 
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god
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Selling himself as a two-bit Macbeth
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As the experts in sentencing cousins
 to death

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And what kind of god can this be 
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anyway
That you have to prostrate to him 
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five times a day
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With hate in your heart and a gun 
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in your hand
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Is force the only thing to 
understand
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Underneath the black cloud of 
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islam?


[Verse]
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And the butchers who've got all 
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this blood on their hands
Are the ones who need god to be 
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stood where he stands
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Blessing this kidnapping, murder 
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and war
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With books written hundreds of ages 
before

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And women in veils walking paces 
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behind
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Doesn't sit easy in my kind of mind
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It speaks of oppression and no 
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other choice
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That rigid compliance with the 
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loudest voice
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Underneath the black cloud of islam
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[Verse]
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You can put a lead bullet clean 
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through this guitar
'cos I'm not overjoyed with the 
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story so far
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Sharing a world with the nutters 
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of god
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Is as good as being six feet under 
the sod

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Words that are written are all 
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here to stay
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And these are the latest there are 
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anyway
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And I am the prophet so don't 
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believe me
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I'm the same as the old ones expect 
that I'm free
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To give you a piece of my mind which
 is this
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You're the worst of jehovas blind 
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witlessnesses
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With your feet in the door of the 
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deepest abyss
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Which is underneath
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Which is underneath
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Which is underneath the black cloud
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 of islam