Lyrics:

Son of an honourable woman
What are you doing with that silly thing?

With holes in your soles and in your pockets
You have one choice: surrendering.

You address yourself in the 3dd person
And say: hey, you, leave him alone!

You address yourself in the 3rd person
And say: hey, you, leave him alone!

Talk to the bomb
To the bomb in its shell
Talk to the bomb
Will we go to hell?
It has never been easy
Talk to the bomb
To the bomb.

Man on the rocket chair to phobos
Now you're going to have to face your ally
You negotiated your inferno
You have to pay for it eventually.

Man on the hot seat to timbuktooo
Say, who do you want to be?
Man on the hot seat to timbuktooo
(Say, who do you wan to be? or:) we'll leave you alone