Jihad

Passed out on the Tel Aviv offramp

Shot down got too close to the sun

Burned out like a molotov cocktail

Payback is the thrill of the hunt

And I know you can never question

A divine suggestion

Like a sick obsession

Give in, you got nowhere to turn, yeah

Where are you gonna run to now

Where are you gonna hide

Where are you gonna run to now

It will be cold and lonely

Until judgement day comes

And justice has won

Nonstop on a flight going nowhere

Got lost where the horses run free

Blacked out in a sweet smelling coma

Broke down on a killing spree

And I know you can never question

A divine suggestion

Like a sick obsession

Give in, you got nowhere to turn yeah

Where are you gonna run to now

Where are you gonna hide

Where are you gonna run to now

It will be cold and lonely until judgement day comes

And justice has won

My kingdom come, my will be done

And justice has won

Caught dead at the scene of the crime like a revelation in desperation

Replay at the end of the game with a mob demanding

Let justice be done