Cosmic Cowboys Songtext
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-aye-Basra, Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra, Makar.
We are the cosmic cowboys of doom,
(HEY-AR, HEY-AR)
Riding high in the saddle of a B-52,
We've got the wind at our tail we can't lose.
Don't stop us or we're bound to drop the bomb,
Don't stop us or we're bound to drop the bomb.

Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra, Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh Basra, Makar.
The triple breasted whore,
The mother of abomination,
Gives suck to the Antichrist,
To destroy the twelve foundations.
The bride wears a gas mask,
The groom is De Golem.
While the seventh seal has broken,
And 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-aye Basra, Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh- Basra, Makar.
We are the three horsemen of the Apocalypse,
With the blood of the prophets fresh on our lips.
I'm Famine, I'm Death, and I'm Pestilence.
With the wind at out tails we can't lose,
Don't stop us or we're gonna drop the bomb.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-aye-aye-Basra-Makar.
Yippee-I-oh-oh-Basra-Makar.