Ahhh, the man became a killer said he
to become rich and famous and free.



His father sold him to the Muslim army
for the promise of a tantalizing fee
but when the lad had killed too many
and was beaten with too much whoopee.



It was no longer fun to kill the enemy
so for comfort he became a skeleton key
in the hopes of becoming a parolee
But lo and behold he lacked a law degree.



They sentenced him to death without parole
a place in hell deep in the dark black hole
where God's anger burns into the soul
and no-one goes there to comfort or console



So he became famous for what he had done
embarrassing his father as the talkative son
betraying Pakistan like a sub machine gun
firing words for bullets from a midnight sun.



Ohhh how thirsty you were, painting India pink
demanding water for a much needed drink
asking the man what religion he belonged to
shooting him dead for a thank you.



Now you are locked in a bullet proof cage
to protect you from the growing public rage
and are studying the musings of the bloody sage
while making the most of the worldwide stage.



So you killed your way into paradise?
expecting God to welcome you and all your vice?
There you will nevermore find an explosive device
For you will become an isolated soul on ice.