TERRORISTS

The terrorists are bastards
Bastards one and all
Go get your gun and shoot the buggers
Up against a wall

Grab them by the goolies
Then go hang em high
Leave them there till they’re good and dead
Make the fuckers cry

The lowdown scum deserve it
Their guts are rotten through
Don't shed a tear as you waste them
You know what you've got to do!


 
                                 
                              But, Jesus did'nt hate them
                              Only what they do
                              He did'nt get his gun out
                              Or grab their goolies too

                              He let them nail his hands
                              Upon a cross of wood
                              To save the men of terror
                                By pouring out his blood

                                He loves the murdering bastards
                                Just as he loves you
                                Forgive them all my father
                                They know not what they do!