Sometimes I get so drunk that when I look into the sky
The stars start spinning and I see constellations in my mind
Spirals turn and blossom across the page of the black night
Just as henna spirals across the pink palms of a child bride

Drunk and hungry is the worst feeling in the world
When you can't have the food you need, just sweat and heave and fail to sleep
Drunk and hungry the flag of the Death-God unfurled
Menstruating women sing to Abi Lahab, undry ink will run and creep

A monk out of cloister, pearl ground into dust
Nuzzle in her arms and all your fears are hushed
The sun in older than his gods: the sun will burn him red
The Strawberry Sheikh hangs sheep and surveys the land of the dead

By the greying beard of the Prince of the Pedophiles
By the virgins dancing with covered faces and naked breasts
	Under the shade of the hail of a thousand arrows
	Urging their men forward
By the Standard Bearer with mutilated hands
	Holding his red banner with bloody stumps
By a drop of blood in still water, blossoming like a rose

Standard Bearer scared of Hell, Angel of Death appears
But his words pass through the air like an arrow though a deer
And his skin and his tongue and his heart will testify:
Ya badawi rasool manat
Ya wahhabiyyah rasool al-lat
Ya khawraij rasool al-fitna

Sometimes I get really high and look up at the sky
I know a million miles away they see the same moon in the night
Meteors stretch through the clear sky
To chase away the jinn
Crawl away Rerek snake
Now the night will begin

(Ghuraba in the urban core, mon cher)
Explosives up his anus, dried blood on his penis
If there was no god but his sexy death god there would be no god at all
But the Strawerry Sheikh won't up yet, his children are growing tall

I was a child and she was a child, in this caliphate by the sea
With a twitch of her lips she lisped "Jeg elsker dig”