The future is bright. Picture credit: Pixabay.

You can blow up in markets

You can blow in cafes

There are so many places to blow up nowadays


Behead that infidel

Go ahead, be a man

Then we’ll drive around with machine guns

In the back of a van


We’ve got firepower packed

All the way to wazoo

And agents in Cairo and Kalamazoo


We get to use rockets; knives, guns and rocks

While the rest of the world observe us in shocks

But they won’t do much, they’re too busy to care

About all the mayhem that we sow over there


Oh, sometimes they’ll get on condemny and stuff

Don’t worry ‘bout that, it’s just words and just fluff

The things that most matter, are the things they won’t do

Unless of course, your name ends with Jew


Now remember your mission:

Your mission is peace

Your goal is to spread it ‘cross the whole middles east


And even beyond!

Why, there will be no end

To the fiery peace that your wrath will descend


It will be a utopia

(at least for the men)

Women and gays,

Who cares about them?


Your future is bright

And the pathway is clear

So go up to that bus

And blow up it, my dear


And if this world’s not enough

There is more! Don’t go! Wait!

How ‘bout 72 virgins served up on a plate?


‘Cause that too, my friend

Can be yours today

For the cost of your life –

Is that too much to pay?