If his west bank is their west bank

Then that is not what they desire

If he doesn't get his west bank back

He's going to set the place on fire

The Gaza strip won't mean shit

Buried under rubble after one to many bombs have it

This could be an example of divinity gone wrong

All they've ever seen is mindless violence

Bombing in the streets but the skies stay silent

Not a little peep to be heard, no more prophets to spread the word

But if they were around this time, this town

We'd probably pop them in a padded cell and hose them down

There must be more than one, who's flown over the cuckoo's nest

The placards on the corner, reading that vulgar protest

Teach it to the kids, what can you expect other than another generation of abominations, who think the same as their misinformed and misguided creators

Who in turn were taught all this shit by the hate filled hearts that raised them up

Poured from the jug straight to the cup