Bow down control Jamaica,
it never gives it's only the take-out,
the electric birds that fuel the fire,
it's butt's your suicide messiah,
Oh yeah!

The story:

I was rocking out to some Black Label Society with my best friend Billy who was playing the guitar, and I was singing the words really loud into the microphone thinking it was sounding pretty good. He stops playing all of a sudden and I see him burst out into hysterical laughter and I asked "What's so funny? The song's weird I know." That's when he told me it was all wrong and I put up a good fight that those were the actual lyrics and bet him 10 dollars. Then we looked up the actual lyrics. He will not stop making fun of me and I'm 10 dollars poorer than I was.