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