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 I'll homeward sail
And so to do my best I'll homeward sail


Now Captain, listen to my instructions
Return to this spot on Christmas Day

Look toward the shore for my signal
And then you'll know if in Rael I'll stay


If a yellow flag is fluttering
Sickly herald against the morn
Then you'll know my courage has ended

And you'll send your boat ashore

But if a red flag is flying

Brazen bold against the blue
Then you'll 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 you'll know if in Rael I'll stay


He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again
He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again
He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again

He's crazy, anyway

If a yellow flag is fluttering

Sickly herald against the morn
Then you'll know my courage has ended
And you'll send your boat ashore