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
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
In the escapade
Of liberation
Inside our imposed throne
We were all alone
To rule
With impunity
And without