| From the steamin' Mekong delta to the shores of Tonkin bay |
| Bombs of jellied gasoline is making night as bright as day |
| And the mogul’s hard tank masters adore their new grenades |
| And the D A D find their 9″ shells great for border raids |
| Yeah, I’m superfluous, furious, I’ve done it again |
| I reach 50 when I count to 10 |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |
| And you can shake your fist at the TV set |
| And you can slam your hand in the table |
| And you can cry and curse through tight locked 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 superfluous, furious, I’ve done it again |
| I reach 50 when I count to 10 |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |
| This is tower again, do you read me? |
| You can get the girls and you can get the video machine |
| 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 |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |
| Jihad, I’m getting mad |
| And there’s no fuel left for the pilgrims |