Black Cloud Of Islam

INTRO  [Em9] [D] [C] [D] [G]

        [Em9]Well Im sic[D]k to the d[G]eath,
        [G]of th[Em9]e news on[C] the scr[D]een,
        [Em9]of the hisbu[D]llah s[G]cum,
        [G]and[Em9] jehad [C]the obsc[D]ene,
        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