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
Death to the infidel Death to the infidel Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
