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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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