Iron Reagan - I Predict the d**h of Harold Camping lyrics

Have you any idea what you are Con artist, unbalanced To be predicting the end of days Preaching myths to the ma**es Oh God, if you do exist Muzzle this harebrained, audacious prick The world will sing Go to hell, Harold Camping! Think for yourself, don't be devoured by his fictitious a**umptions He's a dispatcher of fantasy Delivering myths to the ma**es I know exactly what you are God speaks to me too, from afar Yes, I predict The d**h of one Harold Camping