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