Machine in India
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
I'm standin' in a cylinder,
Seein' all the bleedin' vaginas.
I feel it now comin' over me so I strive to love the Messiah.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.
I'm rushin' to the nearest station,
Feet and hands collide with the driver.
All I that I think, all I thought and all
I know the Syrian missile guides itself into the vagina's.
I'm goin' to India over and over again.