Mohammed Songtext
von The Tables

Muhammad runs around in his town
With a gun in his hand and a righteous frown
Muhammad thinks he will set things right
He wants to kill Salman Rushdie
He wants to kill Salman Rushdie

Muhammad drives around in a car
With a loaded gun and a big cigar
Muhammad likes to be shown the ground
But he still hasn′t found Salman Rushdie
He still hasn't found Salman Rushdie

Muhammad prays five times a day
With a compass to get the direction right
Muhammad likes to be shown the way
′Cause he hasn't heard the voice of Allah
Only the voice of the Mullah


Poor Muhammad
He hasn't got anything to do
Poor Muhammad
You don′t know what he′s been through
Poor Muhammad
His mind is all fucked up
Poor Muhammad
He takes what he's got ′cause he hasn't got what it takes
So he shoots a famous hostage

Muhammad, Muhammad, everybody loves Muhammad
Both of them, both of them, everybody loves Muhammad
Muhammad, Muhammad, everybody loves Muhammad
Don′t play easy, you better think twice
If you want to set things right
Don't play baller, don′t play friends
If you want to set things