Disturbed person with a sad, mad heart
You think it’s right to make an explosive fart
In your eyes madness glows
To kill those you don’t even know
I think this whole thing about being an infidel
Has a certain no good smell
You got to admit it’s kind of dumb
To blow yourself to kingdom come
What do you think those you kill will say
As you float to the paradise along the way
What made you think there lives had no worth
It wasn’t you who gave them birth
You’ve been told in paradise there’ll be virgins a plenty
But wether 72 or only twenty
Afterwards when they are virgins no more
You’ll have 72 wives nagging you for evermore
You can’t escape cause there is no door
You closed it with a bang and there is no more
So I guess you deserve what you’ve got
And that is the suicide bombers lot.