Let
Those Iron Pokers Glow
(instrumental intro)
Just take those old thumb screws off the shelf.
I'll just sit and oil 'em all by myself.
Those terrorists ain't got no real soul.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Won't try 'em, fry 'em all in Crisco!
When they're done mopping the blood off the floor,
In ten minutes, it'll be clean for some more.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Al-Qaida screaming just soothes our soul.
Chris Matthews says we don't have to know.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
(instrumental break)
Won't try 'em, fry 'em all in Crisco!
When they're done mopping the blood off the floor,
In ten minutes, it'll be clean for some more.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Just want to hear they're guilty; trials are jokes.
Electric wires make 'em bare their soul.
There's only one way to get 'em to say so.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Al-Qaida screaming just soothes our soul.
Chris Matthews says we don't have to know.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
(instrumental break)
The rack's a relic, when there's guts to spill.
Truth drugs we'll fashion to bypass their will.
Those terrorists ain't got no real soul,
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Al-Qaida screaming just soothes our soul.
Chris Matthews says we don't have to know.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Just let those iron pokers glow.
Al-Qaida screaming just soothes our soul.
Chris Matthews says we don't have to know.
Just let those iron pokers glow...
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