On a loaded ship
With a baseball bat, I wait.
Death, we're not afraid
On this our judgment day
Come here.
Fight back best we know
With our guns, bats, stones
Venez-y.
No food for three days
And all those who remain
Are tired.
Frenchmen sing a prayer
"Oh mon Dieu, mon Pere
Pourquoi?
Avez-vous me faire ca?
Pourquoi?
Avez-vous me faire ca?"
En vous attendant...
En vous attendant...
je meurs.