Terrorism

Terrorism

You're writing your diary in innocents' blood

You're vain and you're ugly, you're no Robin Hood

You don't steal from the rich to help the poor

You just take life from both and what is more

You break your bread and drink

But post-confession you'll still stink of

Terrorism

Terrorism

But you're Sikh, Jew, Muslim and Christian, you say

Now which religion will you wear today?

And in whose Bible do you find your cause

That says bomb children in department stores?

I hope your god is pleased

To see all creation on their knees for

Terrorism

Terrorism

Angel of death with black woolen mask

Freedom they bring you is a long wooden cask

They never doubt that right is on their side

When right is rifle-shaped where can you hide?

Don't want daughter sweet

To be target practice in the high street

Terrorism