I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screen  of hisbullah scum and jihad the obscene  whose men plant the bombs and then live feeling free  to watch women and children be killed on T.V.  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 diablical 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 of 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 believe me  I'm the same as the old ones expect that I'm free  to give you a piece of my mind which is this  you're the worst of jehovas blind witlessnesses  with your feet in the door of the deepest abyss  which is underneath the black cloud of islam