From the steamin Mekong delta To the shores of Tonkin bay Bombs of yellied gasoline Is making night as bright as day And the mogul's hard tank masters And the D.A.D. find their 9" shells Are great for border raids
I reach 50 when I count to 10
And you can shake your fist at the T.V. set And you can slam your hand in the table And you can cry and curse Through tightlocked teeth Just as hard as you are able But you can't run away from trouble 'Coz there ain't no place that far No fuel left for the pilgrims Yeah! That's just the way we are
'Coz I'm superfurious I've done it again I reach 50 when I count to 10 And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims
This is tower again, do you read me? You can get the girls & the videomachine but the fuel you asked for... You cannot have!
What?! Blow me to heaven!! Jihad I'm getting so mad I'm getting so mad ..Who's mad I'm mad, so mad And there's no fuel left for the pilgrims.