Story Behind the Song
I never heard anyone write about Waco-Texas, Hare-Krishnas, and the like...so here's my two cents.
Lyrics
Come on in and a-take a trip down,
the holiest of holes.
I will bring you a saviour who has no job
and bowls.
Come on out to your airport Krishna, and
give yourself away.
You can bald and go bug-eyed crazy,
but never run away.
I will, go out and blow-up buildings too.
Come on out to your Waco, Texas,
it's waiting there for you...
Instilling a breakdown,
Jihading a shakedown,
Crusading me out after you.
Come on in and a-preach your madness, and
raise your kids to hate.
Give your followers flower-power, and
give the rest the plague.
I will, believe the gods may be with you.
Come on out to your Tehran, Iran,
it's waiting there for you...
Instilling a breakdown,
Jihading a shakedown,
Crusading me out after you.
You can be right, in all you do wrong, and
seize your sicko goals.
Come on in and a-take a trip down,
the holiest of holes...
Instilling a breakdown,
Jihading a shakedown,
Crusading me out after you...
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