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    Roy Harper »

    Roy Harper The Black Cloud of Islam текст песни

    The Black Cloud of Islam

    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

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