In these sour times    Please allow me to vouch for mine   Bitter taste in my mouth   Spit it out with a rhyme   I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines   Forrest Gate   Sorry mate?    Nah nothing - it’s fine      Please allow me to vouch for mine   Bitter taste in my mouth   Spit it out with a rhyme   I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines   Forrest Gate   Sorry mate?    Nah nothing - it’s fine         And now its post 7/7, why they callin it that?   They Tryna link it to New York like we're all under attack    From the same big bad guy but it's takin the piss    cos the truth is Al Qaeda doesn’t really exist       There ain’t no super villain planning these attacks from some base   The truth is so much scarier and harder to face   See there’s thousands of angry young men that are lost   Sidelined in the economy, a marginal cost   That think there’s no point in putting ballots up in the box   The got no place in this system and no faith in its cogs   They’re easy targets to be getting brainwashed by these knobs   Who say that spillin innocent blood is pleasing a god   Well it sounds good when you don’t see no justice or jobs    The gas bills are piling up but all the oil's getting robbed   So David’s taking out Goliath and his wife and his dog   Segregated, castrated now we’ll see who’s on top       So see it ain’t religious faith that’s causin these crimes   It's losing faith in democratic free market designs   It’s no coincidence the bombers came from ghettos up north   And the way that Bush and Blair talk gives a lost boy a cause   Then double standards get em angered both at home and abroad   There’s a monopoly on pens that’s why they forge their own swords   The misguided turn violent strap themselves up with bombs   But they’re still cowards cos they ain’t here when the backlash is on         So in these sour times    Please allow me to vouch for mine   Bitter taste in my mouth   Spit it out with a rhyme   I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines   Forrest Gate   Sorry mate?    Nah nothing - it’s fine      Please allow me to vouch for mine   Bitter taste in my mouth   Spit it out with a rhyme   I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines   Abu Ghraib, sorry mate?   Nah nothing -it's fine         So all the mans that wanna say   That my religion has to change   That we’re stuck in a bygone age   It's time to set the vinyl straight   Don’t you think it’s kinda strange    That all this terror outrage   These last gasp castaways    These bastards that will blast away   Just turned up in the last decade?   When Islam has been the way   For millions from back in the day   Instead of thinking that were crazed   Investigate just what it says   Fast, help the poor, and pray   Go mecca, be steadfast in faith   That’s the basics that’s the base   So how did we get here today?      Well interpretations always change   Today they’re read with rage   Being jiharded up   Desperation's kinda fucked   Makes you use a book of peace   As weapons in a ruck       So listen…   Terrorism isn’t caused by religion    Or an old school vision of Islam   It’s against the Qur'an   And it’s a new innovation    Caused by mash up situations   That's what makes them turn to arms    The problem is modern   And it’s all local factors   Dictatorships, injustices and wars cause fatwa's         So in these sour times    Please allow me to vouch for mine   Bitter taste in my mouth   Spit it out with a rhyme   I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines   Abu Ghraib, sorry mate?    Nah nothing - it’s fine      Please allow me to vouch for mine   Bitter taste in my mouth   Spit it out with a rhyme   I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines   Guantanamo, sorry bro?   Nah nothing -it's fine      Please allow me to vouch for mine   Bitter taste in my mouth   Spit it out with a rhyme   I’m losing my religion to tomorrow’s headlines