The Red Chins in their millions
Will overspill their borders
And chaos then will reign in our Rael
Rael, the home of my religion
To me the center of the Earth
The Red Chins in their millions
Will overspill their borders
And chaos then will reign in our Rael
My heritage is threatened
My roots are torn and cornered
And so to do my best IŽll homeward sail
And so to do my best IŽll homeward sail
Now Captain, listen to my instructions
Return to this spot on Christmas Day
Look toward the shore for my signal
And then youŽll know if in Rael IŽll stay
If a yellow flag is fluttering
Sickly herald against the morn
Then youŽll know my courage has ended
And youŽll send your boat ashore
But if a red flag is flying
Brazen bold against the blue
Then youŽll know that I am staying
And my yacht belongs to you
Now Captain, listen to my instructions
Return to this spot on Christmas Day
Look toward the shore for my signal
And then youŽll know if in Rael IŽll stay
HeŽs crazy if he thinks weŽre coming back again
HeŽs crazy if he thinks weŽre coming back again
HeŽs crazy if he thinks weŽre coming back again
HeŽs crazy, anyway
If a yellow flag is fluttering
Sickly herald against the morn
Then youŽll know my courage has ended
And youŽll send your boat ashore
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