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 superplusfurious, 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 superplusfurious, 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