Miracle of the Virgins

Miracle Of The Virgins Some terrorists are silly and depraved They are promised 40 virgins when they die If they strap a bomb or two around their waste Or behead the enemy as they cry But I don’t know I've been around the block a couple of times There are girls of virtue somewhere But never in my travels did I find, 40 at a time Well, maybe in the womb And that’s assuming they’re inclined To do it with these dirty filthy heathen killing things Terrorists have sex with deceased camels They don’t wash their hands after be-headings either I hate to say bad things about the enemy But I’m afraid they really and truly stink Many chopping blocks are out there It is easy to lose your head and not return Yesterday was not the day that I was born And there is something to be learned Whoever is offering virgins by the dozens Might as well offer flying unicorns with their cousins The miracle of the virgins is exactly that You are lucky to find one or two still living in the womb And perhaps a couple residing on the moon