.In the hand of God there's a cattle prod
That keeps shocking us along
'Til we're flung from roofs without parachutes
To fill the patches on his lawn
There's an iron gate where patrolmen wait
To keep the chosen people safe
From the infidels and their terror cells
Rebe.
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