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 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!