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

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Which satan delivers a child a death curse
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In the name of a worn out collection of verse
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I've not read the book so I cannot recite
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But I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about right
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Underneath the black cloud of islam


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What kind of publicity needs so much blood
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That's not for some sad diablical 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 anyway
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That you have to prostrate to him five times a day
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With hate in your heart and a gun in your hand
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Is force the only thing to understand
                              Em      D
Underneath the black cloud of islam?


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

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And women in veils walking paces behind
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Doesn't sit easy in my kind of mind
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It speaks of oppression and no other choice
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That rigid compliance with the loudest voice
                              Em     D
Underneath the black cloud of islam


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You can put a lead bullet clean through this guitar
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'cos I'm not overjoyed with the story so far
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Sharing a world with the nutters 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 here to stay
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And these are the latest there are anyway
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And I am the prophet so don't believe me
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I'm the same as the old ones expect that I'm free
    Em                     D
To give you a piece of my mind which is this
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You're the worst of jehovas blind witlessnesses
           Em                       D
With your feet in the door of the 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 of islam