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millions of people standing like ghosts
waiting for the entrance sign
to heaven or hell or whatever they call
the place of oblivion after the bomb drops

death wears a big hat and a thin red tie
he dances in front of all the cameras
death has a satchel his blood is carrying
and hidden inside is the key to the world

here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29
here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29

somewhere in Palestine a crazy young man
wants to rule the world
so he buys himself an atom bomb and he drops it on your head
you'll know what he wants 'cause you won’t have a face to hold on to

yeah, hold on to, yeah

here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29
here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29

i don’t want to hear about this
i don’t want to know about your confessions
there’s nothing in this life that really means as much as me and you
and life is so important and all you’re talking about is bombs
pouring all that money down the drain
we don’t want to hear about it

here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29
here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29

i don’t want to die
don’t want to die
don’t want to die, oh no

i don’t want to die
don’t want to die
don’t want to die, wooh

i don’t want to die
don’t want to die
don’t want to die

here she comes now Mr. B-29, B-29, B-29

millions of people standing like ghosts
waiting for the entrance sign
to heaven or hell or whatever they call
the place of oblivion after the bomb

here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29
here comes Mr. B, B-29
here comes Mr. B-29

i don’t want to die
don’t want to die
don’t want to die, oh no

i don’t want to die
don’t want to die
don’t want to die, wooh

i don’t want to die
don’t want to die
don’t want to die

here she comes now Mr. B-29, B-29, B-29


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