Shi'ite Punk - The Vandals

Religious dedication rushing through his veins

Cause the Shi’ite Punks don’t feel no pain — listen up

Hey you’d better set my people free

Before I body bomb your embassy

Well if no one listens to this third world punk

Grab some hostages you’ll hear his junk

He’s a mean sidewinder — he don’t take no «jive»

In the Muslim life you fight to stay alive

Shi’ite Punk lookin' for a fight

Skankin' his way through his third world place

With a big black mole in the middle of his face

He’s a Shi’ite Punk and he’s lookin' for a fight

But he’s got no time, he’s gotta catch a flight

Muhammed Vommit don’t mind the weather

He’s got Nabih Berri on the back of his leather

We gotta skinhead, clenched fists, boots to his knees

He’s a punk, don’t never say please

Shi’ite Punk lookin' for a fight

Shi’ite Punk don’t mind the weather

Living in the Middle East, don’t get many shows

For most people that’s the way it goes

Hello U.S.A let me talk to the man

We’ll release the students, we just wanna see some hands

Big time government can’t be pushed around

Caught in a bind and they’re goin' to town

I said that big time government can’t be pushed around

So we’re caught in a bind, yeah we’re goin' to town

Shi’ite Punk lookin' for a fight

Shi’ite Punk don’t mind the weather

Nabih Berri on the back of his leather

Well what can we do with the situation at hand

Tell ya what, better meet our demands

Want a blonde and a Rolls Royce bullets for my gun

Wine coolers and a nuclear bomb

Want a freedom for my people, no religious persecution

Give me this and there’ll be no revolution

Want a record contract for my band

Yeah we’re goin' on tour all the way to Graceland

Shi’ite Punk lookin' for a fight

No time, I’ve gotta catch a flight

Shi’ite Punk don’t mind the weather

Nabih Berri on the back of his leather

Religious dedication rushing through his veins

Cause the Shi’ite Punks don’t feel no pain — listen up

Hey you’d better set my people free

Before I body bomb your embassy

Well if no one listens to this third world punk

Grab some hostages you’ll hear his junk

He’s a mean sidewinder — he don’t take no «jive»

In the Muslim life you fight to stay alive

Shi’ite Punk lookin' for a fight

Shi’ite Punk don’t mind the weather