The earth is the devils playground Fear He loves to spread all around On friday the 13th He turned it lose on France He let his minions do their dance There is no way of stoping him He does whatever he wants on a whim He minions number in the millions Never knowing which ones they are, they look like civilians The devil entices them to blow themselfs up He whispers lies, "you'll be drinking from that heavenly cup" The devil knows there will be more Trillions of them wanting to settle the score All we can do is pray to a callous God, who long ago quit listening to our cries Us never knowing why So we bury our dead Try to comfort ourselves with something inspirational said As we watch the earth turning red