I Predict The Death Of Harold Camping letra

Have you any idea what you are
Con artist, unbalanced
To be predicting the end of days
Preaching myths to the masses

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 assumptions
He's a dispatcher of fantasy
Delivering myths to the masses

I know exactly what you are
God speaks to me too, from afar
Yes, I predict
the death of one Harold Camping

Iron Reagan - Letras

• A Joke a Fraud a Fake
• Bodies
• Cycle Of Violence
• Drop The Gun
• Eat Shit And Live
• Eyes Piss Tears
• Foda-se Os Vizinhos!!
• Four More Years
• I Predict The Death Of Harold Camping
• Insanity Pleas(e)?
• Midlothian Murder Mile
• Miserable Failure
• Pay Check
• Rats In a Cage
• Slightly Out Of Focus
• Snake Chopper
• The Debt Collector
• Two Examples
• Walking Out
• Warp Your Mind
• We Know You're Hiding