I Predict the Death of Harold Camping lyrics

[Verse 1]
Have you any idea what you are
Con artist, unbalanced
To be predicting the end of days
Preaching myths to the masses

[Chorus]
Oh God, if you do exist
Muzzle this harebrained, audacious prick
The world will sing
Go to hell, Harold Camping!

[Verse 2]
Think for yourself, don't be devoured by his fictitious assumptions
He's a dispatcher of fantasy
Delivering myths to the masses

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