text: 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 buddies carry
  And in it 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 angry man wants to rule the world
  So he buys himself an atom bomb
  And drops it on your head
  And you know what he wants
  Because you wont have a face to hold on to
  Yeah, hold on to
  Here comes Mr. B, B 29
  Here comes Mr. B 29
  Here comes Mr. B, B 29
  Here comes Mr. B 29
  I dont want to hear about this shit
  I dont want to know about your confessions
  Theres nothing in this life that really means
  As much as me and you
  And life is so important
  And all youre talking about is bombs
  Pouring all that money down the drain
  We dont 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 dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Oh no
  I dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Wooh
  I dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Here 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
  Place of oblivion
  After the bomb
  Here comes Mr. B, B 29
  Here comes Mr. B 29
  Oh, here comes Mr. B 29
  Here comes Mr. B 29
  I dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  No
  I dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Wooh, sing it
  I dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Dont want to die
  Here she comes now, Mr. B 29
  B 29
  B