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
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
I don’t want to die don’t want to die don’t want to die