Last night I see you you were howling at the moon
  If I ever see you again it will be too soon
  The house that you live in will burn down to the ground
  And you will be humiliated every time you go to town
    Death to the infidel
  Death to the infidel
    Think this is fiction but I know it's fact
  The evil you hand out is evil you get back
  So you won't mind if I put you on a rack
  If you deal in bullshit you are bound to own a sack
    Death to the infidel
  Death to the infidel
    A life of pain in your own little hell
  It's your own aggression and nobody else
  You will never have children you've got a sterile mind
  Your wife will be murdered in a senseless domestic crime
    Death to the infidel
  Death to the infidel