It's written in blood
In the Book of Revelations
A passage that predicts
The fate of all nations,
Chapter 12, verse 5
Speaks of the comet
That sets the world on fire
She goes up like a junk-heap
There's flames across the sky
Eight miles high
If you listen to the wind
You can hear the angels cry
Yippee-I-aye-Basra, Mecca (Makar)
Yippee-I-oh-Basra, Mecca
We are the (hey-ar) cosmic
Cowboys of doom,
(HEY-AR, HEY-AR)
Riding high in the saddle of a B-52
We've got the wind out our tail
We can't lose
Don't stop us
Or we're bound to drop the bomb (bomb bomb)
Don't stop us
Or we're bound to drop the bomb (bomb bomb)
Yippee-I-aye-Basra, Mecca (Makar)
Yippee-I-oh-Basra, Mecca
The triple breasted whore
The mother of abomination
Gives suck to the Antichrist
To destroy the 12 foundations
The bride wears a gas mask
The groom is De Golem
While the seventh seal is broken
Jerusalem has fallen
We're wretched and miserable
Poor, blind and naked,
If the Lord God had patience
Perhaps he could have waited
Yippee-I-aye-Basra, Makar
Yippee-I-ooh-Basra, Makar
We are the (hey-ar) three horsemen of the Apocalypse
I'm Famine, I'm Death, and I'm Pestilence.
With the wind at our tails we can't lose
Don't stop us
Or we're gonna drop the bomb (bomb bomb)
Yippee-I-aye-Basra-Makar
Yippee-I-ooh-Basra-Makar
Yippee-I-aye-Basra-Makar
Yippee-I-aye-Basra-Makar
Yippee-I-aye-Basra-Makar
Yippee-I-ooh-Basra-Makar