Sunday morning, drizzle, crows, tight misty veil a street running between fields sinks down in morass police and rubbernecks stand around of four with blood covered corpses everywhere there’s blood, tufts of hair, shreds of skin in the middle lies a small metal shield with the inscription “Roma back to India”.
Quickly you create an new idea of an enemy you with the boots, braces, hair which is as short as your discernment and your intellect, you are only puppets of the “eternal yesterday’s sick brains” you roar your watchwords through the streets and noone stops you!
No there’s even clapping for your violent acts!
Every day takes us nearer to the 4th Reich.
Pre-chorus: Single offenders don’t come from nothing politicians pave the way for the right-wing-extreme-scene.
Chorus: Discriminated, persecuted, humilated, separated, out of society and killed like 50 years ago. I feel ashamed of our country and its population, I feel ashamed of despicable things they’ve done, I feel ashamed that minority is not accepted, I feel ashamed of the fascists in the parliament.
Solo: Christian
Lead: Markus, Christian
Pre-chorus: Single offenders don’t come from nothing politicians pave the way for the right-wing-extreme-scene.