Dizraeli, Cate Ferris, Tom Caruana - Fatima lyrics
[Dizraeli, Cate Ferris, Tom Caruana - Fatima lyrics]
These are the things I was told by the women
I met in Iran the stories they told
The questions they wanted me to
Ask judge for yourself
Bullet-brain mullahs with stiff backbones
Want to turn women into little black cones
But the robes that the Ayatollah imposed
Are billowing up to show rings on their toes
And glimpse little glints in their eye
The eye that might be the why in defying
Defiant to rules til they live and
Die with the rule book
Definitely wasn't written by women, look:
Fatima indulged in adultery
And the neighbourly soul told police
Now Fatima's swinging from the gallows
A twist
In her neck, black flies on her swollen feet
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this?
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this?
Do you really feel the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted
Thirty lashes with the government whip
And six months in the prison
Just for kissing in public
Prisons where coppers have blood
On their dicks cos rape is the pillar of
The system of justice
And some women say the system 'just is'
And some of them butt it with
Pride wide as a mother's hips
Five times a human, being that
Women are considered machines for
Bring up kids legally speaking, meaning
Half of Iran live with just
Half of a man's freedom
And that's deep as the
Persian Gulf between the
Words and the souls of the leaders
I don't feel the Prophet would want this?
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this?
Do you really feel the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted this
I met in Iran the stories they told
The questions they wanted me to
Ask judge for yourself
Bullet-brain mullahs with stiff backbones
Want to turn women into little black cones
But the robes that the Ayatollah imposed
Are billowing up to show rings on their toes
And glimpse little glints in their eye
The eye that might be the why in defying
Defiant to rules til they live and
Die with the rule book
Definitely wasn't written by women, look:
Fatima indulged in adultery
And the neighbourly soul told police
Now Fatima's swinging from the gallows
A twist
In her neck, black flies on her swollen feet
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this?
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this?
Do you really feel the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted
Thirty lashes with the government whip
And six months in the prison
Just for kissing in public
Prisons where coppers have blood
On their dicks cos rape is the pillar of
The system of justice
And some women say the system 'just is'
And some of them butt it with
Pride wide as a mother's hips
Five times a human, being that
Women are considered machines for
Bring up kids legally speaking, meaning
Half of Iran live with just
Half of a man's freedom
And that's deep as the
Persian Gulf between the
Words and the souls of the leaders
I don't feel the Prophet would want this?
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted
Do you really think the
Prophet would want this?
Do you really feel the
Prophet would want this? Peace be upon Him
I don't think the Prophet would have wanted
The Prophet wouldn't have wanted this