Lightning Strikes Fear
I set my lightning on stun
By the toaster pop tart dial
ISIS strikes have no better chance
To spoil holiday fun
Not withstanding a blistering sun
Vacation breaks the ocean in half
More waves are really not needed
There's plenty already to surf
God doesn't like ISIS or guns
He likes lightning strikes
So give them what they want
Virgins, nuns, with a habit for fear
With beards and plenty of ugly
Sinners belong a long distance from here
Beaches are pleasant and friendly
Atlantic City and Hell are near
A man straps on a heavy box
Yells, ice cream and ISIS, ice cream and ISIS
Get your fudgywudgies here
While lightning is striking
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