I love my H-bomb
How it rendered the world
So divine
I mean the parts
I didn't like
The wishy-washy citizens
Running in hysteria
Ohhhh
I can image the scene
From a fighter plane
The annihilation
Of all of Tehran
And the radiation sickness...
I love my H-bomb
Terrorizing the terrorists
Their existence characterized
By a mushroom-cloud
Soviet paranoia
Has been reversed
Death is better than
Tyranny
In the escapade
Of liberation
Inside our imposed throne
We were all alone
To rule
With impunity
And without
Consequence