The Black Cloud Of Islam Lyrics - Singles - Harper Roy

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