Last night I see you you were howling at the
moon
If I ever see you again it will be too soon
The house that you live in will burn down to the
ground
And you will be humiliated every time you go to
town
Death to the infidel
Death to the infidel
Think this is fiction but I know it's fact
The evil you hand out is evil you get back
So you won't mind if I put you on a rack
If you deal in bullshit you are bound to own a
sack
Death to the infidel
Death to the infidel
A life of pain in your own little hell
It's your own aggression and nobody else
You will never have children you've got a sterile
mind
Your wife will be murdered in a senseless
domestic crime
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