8/17/2014, 12:50 pm
Picture yourself with a bomb in your jacket
With serpentine mind and Marroquin eyes
Nobody likes you, you walk on quite slowly
The thug with Kalashnikov highs
Minaret spires of yellow and gold
Towering over your head
Look for the truth in the cult with the lies
And you're dead…
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons, ah
Follow him deep to a death with no ending
With scheeching mad people where souls repeat sighs
Everyone snarls and says there are no virgins
Their screams rise incredibly high
Fire and brimstone engulf all around
Forever smoke in your way
Time runs out now and there's consequences
And you're dead…
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons, ah
Picture yourself on a train out of hades
But Islamic orders have forever ties
Suddenly something is there in your mind's eye
The thug with Kalashnikov highs
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons, ah
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons, ah
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Muham-mad in hell with demons, ah
Muham-mad in hell with demons
Hell…