Hell Of A Thing
"I Will Say Allah Akbar!" -- Zubeidat Tsarnaeva
Each one of you, grab a box
Filled with magma, nails and rocks.
Conceal it under shabby clothes
To ensure nobody knows.
Now that we've all gathered here.
Let’s embrace and shed no tear.
Stand up tall, full, and proud
And walk into the largest crowd.
It’s a Hell of a Thing
But the joy that you will bring.
And were we are to rise and shine
After the deed is done.
It's easy to fool Scotland Yard,
Use this Italian ID card.
And if they still think it's weird,
It doesn’t hurt to loose the beard.
It’s a Hell of a Thing
Pretty massive undertaking.
But there you’ll be to rise and shine
After the deed is done.
They don’t know what pain is.
Forgot what the game is.
Let’s get them while they’re still happy.
Yeah, sure, they’ll blame us,
Criticize and shame us
But words don’t count so let’s make it snappy.
They’ll see who’s happy
Don’t you stray and miss your mark.
You’re the fire. You’re the spark,
So heavenly in you mother’s eyes.
Did you say your last good-byes?
And those bells will ring
As a choir of virgins sing.
So blissfully, you'll pull the twine
And blow 'em to kingdome come.
It’s a hell of a thing.
Killing another human being.
And here we are to rise and shine
After the deed is done.
After the deed is done.
After the deed is done.
©2002
